Although he knew his path was not wrong, Meng Zhao still very much wanted to know which level of the heavenly human realm Monk Huikong had attained, so he asked,
"Then, may I ask which level of Primordial Spirit you cultivated through the Brahma Sacred Canon, Master?"
Meng Zhao was not deliberately prying into another's secrets; he merely hoped to gain a point of reference from it.
Moreover, since Monk Huikong had said that the heavenly human realm was attained once and attained forever, with neither regression nor any possibility of making up for flaws, there was no need to conceal it.
Sure enough, Monk Huikong neither grew angry nor intended to hide anything. He said frankly,
"In those years, I was merely a lowly servant monk. Though through serendipitous encounters I cultivated the Brahma Sacred Canon, I ultimately possessed a flaw. When I was plotted against and severely wounded back then, that flaw further spread and expanded. Thus, even with a supreme divine skill in hand, I only attained the Obtaining God realm. The mysteries of True God, I fear, will remain beyond my sight for the rest of my life."
In truth, this sounded a little like he was forcing himself to save face. After all, among the three levels of Entering God, Obtaining God, and True God, reaching the second level was already extraordinary. Obtaining God could already be called astonishingly gifted.
After all, Entering God was itself within the heavenly human realm—the realm of cultivating a Primordial Spirit and entrusting it to the Heavenly Dao. How many such people could there be in the world today?
Even if one traced time back through countless eras to the many ancient ages, heavenly humans were still the foremost experts upon the Divine Continent. To establish a faction or