After hearing Zhao Nan's words, Linley and the others fell into thought.
Clearly, Zhao Nan's words had given them a clear goal for their future cultivation.
In truth, Zhao Nan knew that what he had just said was only a direction.
Ever since crossing into this world, Zhao Nan had never underestimated any native.
After all, even a pig that lived for tens of thousands of years could cultivate into a Zhu Bajie. How much more so a human?
In the Coiling Dragon novel, every being who cultivated to the Saint-level possessed an endless lifespan.
An immortal being who had lived for countless years—how could they not have something exceptional about them?
And what of those who had reached Paragon, or the Chief Gods who had lived since the creation of the world? Could people like that be fools?
Clearly, they could not.
So, hadn't they already known what Zhao Nan had just said?
Zhao Nan was certain they had. They simply hadn't said it aloud.
Even if someone had, very few could actually do it.
After all, profound mysteries weren't something one could fuse just by deciding to.
It all came down to "comprehension." Once you understood, you understood. If you didn't, then no matter what, you didn't.
That was also why there was little talk of taking disciples or accepting masters in the Coiling Dragon World.
Once someone in the Coiling Dragon World reached the Saint-level, there was no longer any clear method of cultivation. They could only rely on themselves.
Under those circumstances, the relationship between master and disciple was more like a bond of mutual interest.
For the same reason, there were few sects or factions in the Coiling Dragon World. Instead, there were more organizations of one kind or another.
That was why Zhao Nan's