"Shandao has reached the Transformation Realm through Dao Ascension? How is that possible?" Qingwei Supreme Elder was utterly shocked, but quickly returned to normal. He was probably afraid the heretics would read his state of mind. Softheart Madam had seen that expression, however, and immediately began giggling. "Quite shocking, isn't it? Who would have thought that Shandao, who is so much younger than you, would reach the Transformation Realm? He spends every day thinking about doing good deeds and never thinks about cultivating, yet he has actually reached the Transformation Realm. And you, old man, have racked your brains trying to enter the Transformation Dao, only to find no way in?"
"Hmph. The path of cultivation depends on fate decreed by Heaven. Can this sort of thing be forced?" Qingwei Supreme Elder snorted angrily. He was already somewhat incensed. He truly wanted to step into the Transformation Realm through Dao Ascension, after all. His reputation was at stake. If he did not maintain it every day, others would look down on him, and once they looked down on him, the younger generations under his protection would suffer as well.
"That's right. So, old Daoist Qingwei, this is as far as you'll go in this life." The child's voice rapidly drew closer, and a boy carrying a sword as tall as himself appeared before me. He was only about five or six years old and roughly that same height.
It wasn't as if I had never seen beings like this before. After all, it wasn't strange for cultivation methods to limit one's height. But for someone in the Dao Ascension Realm to still look like this was truly beyond imagination. He was practically a genuine child! Aside from having shed his childish air, he looked no different from any other child