"Lord of the Snowlands, it is your turn to ask a question."
"True Person Qiu Qi, you may ask your question."
"Fellow Daoist Yuehan, come ask your question."
It took Su Junyu a full five hours to handle the questions from all those senior experts.
Academic conferences on Earth could never have been conducted like this. Human endurance simply could not take it.
But everyone present was a cultivator. Core Formation Cultivators were quite rare; most were Grandmasters of the Three Realms. There were also quite a few Free and Unfettered Cultivators.
Only that kind of relentless, high-intensity rotation could keep things going.
Yet for the person being questioned, such nonstop intensity was no good thing.
Su Junyu had to circulate his cultivation method at full capacity just to keep his mind clear and his thoughts fast enough to keep pace with the seniors' questions.
In any other setting, any one of those questions would have been enough to write one—or even several—papers on. If this had not been a debate conference, no one would have asked questions of such depth so openly.
They would have preferred to take those questions home and hide them away, then write a paper supporting or refuting them themselves.
If they could overturn the Forceful Method, that would have been a monumental achievement.
Unfortunately, on Earth, the Forceful Method had never been overturned—at least, not by the beginning of the twenty-first century.
And in this world, the Forceful Method would not be overturned either—at least, not now.
Before long, however, Su Junyu felt his dantian pounding wildly. His spiritual power showed faint signs of temporal-spatial distortion, while an inexplicable pain spread through his entire body, piercing into his very marrow.
"Fellow Su is still so young, yet he has already achieved