As an avatar of a Sovereign, Qingyu had also reached the Profound Tier stage, and her knowledge was naturally extraordinary.
Yet she had never even considered the Immortal Realm. All she could envision now was reaching the Mahayana stage within her lifetime.
But she knew in her heart that Sovereign avatars like her were, in essence, merely replacements for the Sovereign.
Only if the Sovereign happened to perish during their lifetimes would these avatars serve their purpose. The Sovereign's consciousness would be poured into them, and they would become the new Sovereign.
But when that time truly came, whether their own consciousness would remain was not theirs to decide.
The only way for Sovereign avatars like them to escape death or replacement was to break through to the Mahayana stage themselves and become Sovereigns in their own right.
Although Sovereign avatars enjoyed far better cultivation resources and conditions than other cultivators, their chances of advancement to Mahayana might be less than a tenth of those of other cultivators.
Of course, even for peak Profound Tier cultivators who were not Sovereign avatars, the chances of advancement to Mahayana were vanishingly small.
The reason Sovereign avatars had such low chances of advancement was that the Sovereign had already claimed the fortune governing each avatar's advancement. Unless they received Heaven's favor, the Sovereign avatars who had reached Mahayana over countless tens of thousands of years could be counted on one hand.
Now, hearing Qin Fengming's ringing declaration and the boundless confidence in his tone, Qingyu found herself beset by a thousand thoughts. An immense sense of oppression suddenly assailed her heart.
The surging emotion in Qin Fengming's heart slowly subsided.
Seeing Qingyu fall silent, his gaze flickered as he looked at the beautiful female cultivator. His heart suddenly tightened, and surprise flashed in