Beirut addressed the many Saint-level experts again. "You people shouldn't compare yourselves to geniuses.
You have to understand that geniuses like Linley and Olivier could reach the Saint-level in a mere few decades.
But even so, they were overshadowed by their teacher."
After finishing, Beirut pointed at Zhao Nan and continued, "He eclipsed their brilliance.
Even among the countless geniuses I've seen across countless planes, this is still the case.
Becoming a god at just a few decades old is already remarkable. Becoming a High God is even more so."
When Beirut finished speaking, Desri, Fain, Linley, and the others all gazed at Zhao Nan with admiration. Clearly, they were impressed by his strength and innate talent.
Seeing the looks everyone gave him, Zhao Nan said nothing and continued watching Beirut.
As if sensing Zhao Nan's gaze, Beirut spoke again. "You need to understand that it's not that your talent is lacking. It's that you don't have confidence in yourselves. You don't believe you can become gods.
But go ask Linley. Ask Olivier. Ask Bebe. Do they doubt that they can become gods?
As for you, you've kept your sights fixed on the Godheads in the Necropolis of the Gods. How can you possibly become gods through your own efforts?"
At Beirut's words, Desri, Fain, and even Tulilei all looked enlightened.
Just as Beirut had said, after so many years of cultivation, they had lost their drive to improve. All they thought about was refining Godheads to become gods.
Beirut paid no heed to what they might be thinking. Instead, he looked once more at Linley and Olivier and said, "Linley, Olivier.
You two have the best talent of anyone here besides your teacher.
Even if there are fellow disciples whose talent matches yours,
their character falls short.
So my