"Big brother, have you really reached the Martial Saint realm?"
"How did you do it?"
Yao Wudi looked at Chen Changan with undisguised admiration.
They had all started from scratch, yet Chen Changan had still left everyone else in the dust.
"You just have to be good enough."
"Some things are fated by Heaven. There's nothing you can do about it."
"Hard work... can't make up the difference."
Chen Changan was blunt, and shamelessly boastful, but it was the truth.
Hard work might pay off, but only in relative terms. For those who were born standing atop the pyramid, others might work their whole lives just to reach the level they started at—or might not even get that far.
"Big brother, I want to show off too."
"Just hold it in for now. With your current strength, if you start showing off, I'm afraid you'll get struck by lightning."
"Oh. Then I'll wait a little longer."
"Big brother, with our strength now, would we be invincible if we went back to the Sacred Domain?"
Chen Changan had wondered the same thing before.
But he felt that whether it was him or Yao Wudi, asking that question meant they had both fallen into a blind spot.
Yao Wudi assumed that his strength in the Sacred Domain had become worthless after entering the Saint Dragon Ruins, leaving him as weak as a man who couldn't even kill a chicken.
In other words, he thought everyone here was stronger than him, and that their strength must far surpass the peak Saint Emperor realm.
That was the biggest misconception of all.
The people in the Saint Dragon Ruins were physically powerful because of the rules here.
If Yao Wudi had entered with all his cultivation intact, he wouldn't have been this ridiculously weak.
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