"Big brother is mighty!" Da Hong, who had run over to join the fun, kept cheering, while Xiao Hong and Mao Qiu wore expressions that said this guy was inhuman.
"Am I too strong, or are these guys too weak?"
"Please be more confident. Make your tone more certain, remove the last few words, and turn that question into a statement. Those guys aren't weak among peers of the same realm!
"Besides, they've been away from their physical bodies for too long and too far away, so their combat strength is somewhat limited." Shi Yongheng looked at Shi Hao, who seemed to be questioning his life, then continued, "As for that dead dog, even in the Upper Realm, he'd count as a minor genius.
"As for little Shi Hao, his foundation still needs tempering. Otherwise, in the Upper Realm, where First Generations contend, he should just practice getting beaten up."
"I still need to improve. Coming from the Upper Realm to the Lower Realm must have imposed considerable restrictions, yet I could only draw with them." Three Gold was reflecting on himself, preparing to enter seclusion and cultivate properly for a while.
"Well done!" Qin Yining and Shi Ziling were openly delighted.
By the dead of night, the distant mountains stood as majestic as towering giants. The Primordial Mountain Range was vast and magnificent, with the roars of all kinds of fierce birds and savage beasts faintly carrying through the air.
In Shi Village, the villagers who had celebrated merrily for most of the night had gradually fallen asleep. At the village entrance, only Shi Yongheng, Shi Hao, and Three Gold sat silently in meditation, listening intently as the Willow Deity and Little Pagoda spoke of the Upper Realm's secrets.
Shi Hao and Three Gold listened with rapt attention.