"Luo Tian Realm..."
Sensing the fluctuations of Shi Lan's aura, Qing Lan's mind went blank. For a long while, she couldn't recover.
The last time they parted, Shi Lan's cultivation had been hovering at the peak of Emperor Grade, Third Layer. The gap between them had still been enormous, but Qing Lan could at least see Shi Lan's back.
Now, even looking straight at Shi Lan filled her with a sense of pressure, like a mortal gazing at the blazing sun.
It was the crushing disparity in their cultivation that made Qing Lan feel so small.
Not far from Qing Lan, Mu Zhaoxi gazed at the enormous dragon whale in the sky, a trace of longing rising involuntarily in her eyes.
Of the two palaces and three sects, the Spirit Martial Palace was the faction she most wanted to join. Its True Disciples enjoyed far too many privileges, and she herself wanted to pursue the martial path.
Standing atop the dragon whale's head, Shi Lan instantly drew the attention of the many young prodigies around her.
More than her cultivation, what first caught everyone's eye was the silver robe she wore, its dark patterns cinched at the waist.
"She's a first-generation True Disciple of the Spirit Martial Palace!"
"That's the unique ceremonial robe of a first-generation True Disciple. It's a treasure, forged by a Supreme, with inconceivable power—second only to a Supreme Artifact."
"Does the Spirit Martial Palace really have a first-generation True Disciple competing in this tournament?"
"What terrifying cultivation! She hasn't even turned six hundred, yet she's already at the Seventh Layer of the Eighth Rank. After the Divine Martial Otherworld, won't she soon become an Enlightened Supreme?"
A hush fell over the surroundings. The murmurs were deliberately kept low, never carrying far.
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