Genius.
By nature, it was a relative concept.
When you were better than most people, you were a genius.
When you were better than most geniuses among geniuses, you were a prodigy.
Talent was something measured through comparison.
And the fundamental prerequisite for being strong was being better than the vast majority of others.
Therefore.
Among the strong.
Talent was often the cheapest thing of all.
Everyone had it.
In fact, everyone was remarkably outstanding.
Every single one stood head and shoulders above the rest.
But even so.
When your talent was good to a certain extent.
To an extent that left everyone feeling it was beyond reach, even absurd.
Talent would still become the most useful thing of all—
There was no helping it.
Cultivators ultimately had to rely on talent.
It was one of the innate factors most capable of determining your upper and lower limits.
And at his peak, Fu Nianzhou had possessed strength in the Eternal Life Realm, close to that of an Immortal Realm expert.
Over the course of his long life.
The number of geniuses and prodigies he had personally witnessed was naturally beyond question.
As numerous as blades of grass.
As numerous as stars filling the sky.
Too many to count.
Countless times more numerous than crucian carp crossing a river...
In the past.
In his view.
No matter how outrageous talent was.
It was really only that much.
It had always remained something he could imagine and understand.
Based on that premise.
Even those whose talent far surpassed his own found it difficult to make him feel genuinely surprised.
They would even give rise to a sense of so this is all there is within him.
It was the sort of situation where, though he did not possess something himself, it did