Many years ago,
Gu Wanchun had once been a supreme prodigy of his era, a proud and arrogant young genius.
Although,
Among the martial artists of his generation in the Central Continent, he could not be considered an unparalleled monster who stood above all his peers,
he had unquestionably ranked among the very peak of geniuses!
Ever since he had embarked on the Martial Path, he had been an object whom countless peers could only look up to and envy.
And he had felt genuine pride in his own achievements.
Because aside from a handful of heaven-defying existences, among his peers, anyone whose cultivation realm and strength surpassed his invariably had an enormous background behind them.
For example, they might be direct descendants of Supreme Realm or even Dao Integration experts, or Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of sacred lands, and so on.
Those people were indeed peerless in grace, and their achievements were far beyond those of many venerable elders of the older generation.
But in his eyes,
the reason those people had achievements that surpassed his own was merely that they had extremely abundant resources supporting them from behind.
If he had access to such cultivation resources as well, he was confident that his achievements would absolutely not be inferior to theirs!
Although he now lagged behind them,
Gu Wanchun had always believed
that as his cultivation continued to rise, and as the Martial Path progressed further, the resources behind them would play a smaller role, while one's own ability would matter more and more. Eventually, he would surpass them!
That notion,
lasted until he encountered Yang Qingyun!
A junior who was not even a fraction of his age!
In that remote wilderness, where resources were so barren that they amounted to less than one-tenth of those in