Xiuhe had no idea how she had come back to her senses.
She only felt dazed.
Again and again, she pestered Li Yun with the same questions—who knew how many times. "Young master, did you really cultivate King Grade True Qi? How did you do it?"
It was as though she had gone silly.
Li Yun was left speechless.
But when he thought about it, he could understand.
It was not that Xiuhe lacked knowledge. Quite the opposite: she was so shocked precisely because she knew what it meant.
After all, the Martial Dao was more developed and refined on the Purple Moon Continent. The Nine Grades of True Qi had originated there.
For Xiantian Martial Artists on the Purple Moon Continent, the Nine Grades of True Qi had long been an ingrained part of their understanding. It was unlike Blue Star, where the Martial Dao had developed somewhat slowly and people's understanding of True Qi was still shallow.
Even if people on Blue Star learned of the Nine Grades of True Qi, it remained just a concept to them. They would be shocked for a moment, then move on.
But Xiantian Martial Artists on the Purple Moon Continent understood the Nine Grades of True Qi profoundly.
That made them all the more aware of their significance.
And they knew just how outrageous it was to attain King Grade True Qi the moment one's True Qi first formed.
Houtian Realm, Innate Realm, Spirit Transformation, Grandmaster, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Sovereign, Martial God, Martial Saint!
The Purple Moon Continent's Martial Artists were likewise divided into nine ranks. Those who reached the Grandmaster Realm were already as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Martial Kings were even mightier beings above Grandmasters.
They were true kings of the Martial Dao, figures