Come to think of it, if Venerable Sword Saint cultivated the same way Ling Tian did, then he should have been paying closer attention to Ling Tian, his "kindred," instead of deliberately locking onto Little Devourer. Po Qiong's grade and spiritual perception were far stronger than the Heavenly Chasm's. Since Po Qiong hadn't sensed Venerable Sword Saint locking onto Ling Tian, then he certainly hadn't. After all, the Heavenly Chasm had sensed that Little Devourer was being targeted by Venerable Sword Saint.
From this, Ling Tian could also infer that Venerable Sword Saint hadn't embarked on the same incredibly heaven-defying path as he had. That meant Ling Tian still had an advantage over him—and with an advantage, he naturally had a chance to catch up and surpass Venerable Sword Saint. Thinking of this, Ling Tian breathed a little easier.
"But Venerable Sword Saint hasn't tried to break free from the Lord of the Universe's restraints, which shows that his strength has been steadily increasing." Ling Tian thought of another question. "Since his cultivation method is different from mine, he can't keep absorbing Divine Yuan Power to expand his Small World and thereby increase his strength. So how has he managed to keep getting stronger? After all this time, his Blood Qi should have started to run dry."
"Maybe he has some other way to keep his Blood Qi vigorous. After all, he's lived for countless ages. Perhaps he created secret arts that you and I don't know about," Po Qiong said. "There are too many geniuses in this world; you're not the only one. If you can do these things, then naturally others might be able to as well—especially a cultivator like Venerable Sword Saint, who's both patient and exceptionally talented."
"Maybe that's true." Ling Tian nodded, then changed the