"Although he has his own thoughts, his body still can't compare to his own primordial spirit."
"Because of that, his future achievements will be limited."
"Given Ji Meng's original strength, it's obvious he wouldn't have qualified for such a high ranking. At most, he would have been somewhere in the nineties."
"His strength couldn't possibly have surpassed Jiu Ying's."
"Now his ranking is so high. I estimate Empress Nuwa arranged it for him."
"That also means that Ji Meng, despite having all that power, doesn't have much in the way of actual combat strength."
"That's as far as he'll ever go."
"Perhaps this fellow has turned misfortune into a blessing."
"Even when he was alive, reaching this level would have been difficult."
"Who would've thought that dying and coming back to life would actually make him stronger—"
Hearing this, the other leaders nodded.
Shen Nong Clan was absolutely right.
Ji Meng had already reached his peak.
No matter how much he trained, he probably wouldn't make another qualitative leap.
After all, he had already reached the Quasi-Saint level.
Progress had become incredibly difficult.
To make even the slightest improvement, he would need an immense stroke of fortune.
In other words, even if Ji Meng had continued cultivating for countless years while alive, he probably wouldn't have changed much.
But after dying once, his strength had increased considerably.
He had indeed turned misfortune into a blessing.
Only then did the Human Race's leaders let out a long breath.
Put that way, it was just about acceptable.
After all, it hadn't been the Demon Race's doing, but a Sage's.
A Sage's methods were just about acceptable.
At that moment, Xuan Yuan Clan, standing off to the side, gave a few mocking laughs.
"So what if he's been resurrected?"
"Even if that fellow