Si Rong's words had struck at the crux of the matter. The deeper meaning behind them was precisely the matter Qin Fengming was most unwilling to touch.
His cultivation speed had simply been too fast. His relatives and old friends of the same age were nowhere near capable of keeping up with the pace of his advancement. Not only could they not keep up—looking at his back had already become an exceedingly distant hope.
Consider the Human Realm. Cultivators around his age were, at most, still struggling bitterly in the Integration Realm.
Even with heaven-defying cultivation, they would only have reached the late Integration stage, barely satisfying the conditions for ascending to the upper realm.
Yet even at the late Integration stage, even if they possessed the strength to shatter the void and draw down the Ascension Heavenly Tribulation, whether a late Integration stage cultivator from the Human Realm could ascend to the upper realm and truly enter the Spirit Realm was still exceedingly difficult to say.
But Qin Fengming, who should have been cultivating bitterly in the Human Realm and exhausting every effort to plan his ascension, had already ascended to the Spirit Realm long ago.
That alone had already surpassed an unknown number of ancient Human Realm sages and great powers.
And not only had he ascended to the Spirit Realm, he had now become a peak Profound Spirit cultivator. Moreover, he was a peak Profound Spirit cultivator who already possessed the strength to discuss matters as an equal with Mahayana cultivators.
The speed of his own cultivation advancement had far surpassed that of his relatives and old friends of the same age. Such circumstances were unimaginable to others—and even Qin Fengming himself had never dared imagine them before.
He was already a peak Profound Spirit cultivator, while