"Saint? You're thinking too much! The might of a Saint is simply beyond anything people like us can imagine."
"Even I would not dare make any claims about a Saint."
Ye Tian shook his head calmly, his expression exceedingly indifferent. He even found Tianyu Quasi-Saint's words rather laughable.
Tianyu muttered to himself, having always believed that he was the one closest to becoming a Saint.
Perhaps Saints were powerful, but surely they could not surpass him by too much. Yet today, Ye Tian had thoroughly jolted him awake.
Standing at the pinnacle of all, in an era when Saints did not emerge, and as the foremost existence in the universe, anyone would become somewhat arrogant.
He had gradually lost his reverence for Saints, but now Ye Tian had helped him pick that reverence back up.
It had even become fear.
Too powerful! It was an irresistible feeling. Clearly, judging from his divine sense, Ye Tian had not surpassed him.
Yet Ye Tian's control over power was far beyond anything he could imagine.
He had thought he had already reached his limit. Only now did he realize that he had merely been looking at the sky from the bottom of a well.
However, in the next instant, a thought inevitably surfaced in his mind.
Even if Ye Tian was not a Saint, he must surely have some connection to one. Although Ye Tian was stronger than him now, that strength might not have come entirely from Ye Tian's own comprehension.
One had to know that he, too, was among the foremost geniuses between heaven and earth. No matter when it was, his talent and gifts placed him among the tiniest handful of people in all creation.
Yet Ye Tian was so much stronger than him. He was unwilling to believe Ye