Rain Venerable stood in the second row, with his disciple behind him.
"Master, with so many powerhouses gathered this time, and the support of the number-one grand formation, we should be able to breach the mountain gate, right?"
"If you ask me, this so-called Peerless Bone and Peerless Realm are all fake—things made up to scare people. Level sixty-six is nothing but a tale from legend. The Supreme Realm is already the strongest in the world. If cultivators stronger than the Supreme Realm truly existed, why has not a single one of us ever seen them? Take what is before us as an example: if the Wuya Sect truly had a Peerless Realm mighty figure, why would they have been suppressed by us all this time, unable to lift their heads? Isn't it simply because there is no such person..."
After that, bursts of mocking laughter rose and fell.
Clearly, several juniors simply did not believe the records in those stories at all.
A small number of powerhouses, however, wore grave expressions. They believed that legends did not arise from nothing. Since some people already believed in them, there naturally had to be a reason. That was also why they had been sent here—to verify it for themselves.
"Whether it is real or false, we will know soon enough."
Rain Venerable spoke calmly.
He, too, was more inclined toward his disciple's view.
Yin Yang Boy's words from yesterday remained vivid in his mind.
If he truly believed that the Peerless Realm was a separate realm, then what would the Dao heart he had cultivated all these years amount to? He had gone countless years without making even the slightest progress. Was that not the strongest proof that the Supreme Realm was the end of cultivation?
Rain Venerable laughed at himself,