"It really is troublesome—
"It doesn't resemble a cultivator of this level at all—
After the special method he used to spy on distant scenes was blocked by Ling Wuyuan,
Shen Zhenhai, who was far away, did not continue trying to peer at him. Instead, he silently pondered to himself, Could it be that he, like me, is someone who reincarnated and started cultivating anew for some reason?
It was a thought born of both wariness and great curiosity.
At the end of the day,
if Ling Wuyuan were merely stronger than usual in terms of true essence and physique, Shen Zhenhai would not have felt much.
After all, in his previous life, he had encountered similar people.
They were peerless prodigies who could cultivate for a mere three to five years and match the efforts ordinary geniuses put in over centuries or even millennia.
Cultivation,
to those people,
was as simple as breathing.
It seemed like the most basic instinct.
Teach them casually, and they would find their own path.
Of course,
although such peerless prodigies were rare enough to appear only once in ten thousand years—or even once in a hundred million years—once a world's history became long enough, some of them would eventually emerge.
No matter how one put it,
it was merely a low-probability occurrence.
The odds might be slim,
but it was not wholly impossible.
However,
just now,
Shen Zhenhai had seen incomparable skill and insight in Ling Wuyuan.
Skill and insight that even he had to marvel at.
To be honest—
if sheer cultivation level
was still something talent could bestow,
then skill and insight
were treasures that could only be tempered through time and experience.
No matter how gifted a genius was,
it was impossible for them to possess centuries or millennia of