"I broke through not long ago."
Seeing the shock on Wuxu's face, Shi Lan felt no surprise. In the eyes of others, the speed of her cultivation was indeed rare enough to be almost unheard of.
At her words, Wuxu studied Shi Lan carefully. The calm he had just regained rippled once more.
Even without looking closely, he could sense the blazing light of her Primordial Spirit, bright as the midsummer sun. Its power had already surpassed that of many Heavenly Human Realm experts. To possess such strength while still in the Primordial Spirit Realm was no easy feat.
That alone proved that the cultivation method Shi Lan practiced had an extraordinarily high ceiling—one that surpassed ordinary imperial scriptures. It had to be a technique passed down by a great emperor. Even he had never encountered scriptures of that level.
But even when cultivating an unparalleled technique, one needed to spend a great deal of time tempering Primordial Spirit power of such magnitude to build a steady foundation. Shi Lan, however, had clearly defied common sense.
How long had it been since he left Lingyang?!
Even allowing for differences in the flow of time between their worlds, at most only a few years had passed. Shi Lan's rate of progress was terrifying.
The universe was boundless, and Wuxu had heard of beings who advanced even faster than Shi Lan. Yet every one of those terrifying creatures had endured an accumulation beyond ordinary imagining, building up power before unleashing it. Their talent was so immense it beggared description, and only then could they cultivate at such a fearsome pace, reaching the pinnacle in an impossibly short time.
Wuxu knew Shi Lan's background well. When they had first met, her talent had certainly been rare, but it was nowhere near unprecedented.
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