Xuanyuan

Amid a chorus of shouts, the small door opened.

A man with steady, measured steps walked out.

He was handsome and dignified, carrying no visible Dharma treasure. He simply emerged with his fists clenched. His aura did not spill outward, yet he seemed like a towering mountain, all immortal arts and strength condensed within his body. He had actually reached the state of concealing one's edge and preserving one's simplicity.

This was a term for one's control over one's own power. Strictly speaking, it was not a cultivation realm, nor did it belong to the Dao Realm, but rather to one's state of mind. Just as young men in their twenties were always somewhat impulsive, while men in their thirties could be considered truly mature in temperament.

In cultivation, concealing one's edge and preserving one's simplicity was generally something one could achieve only upon reaching the Wanfa Realm.

Not only that, Ning Ye could also see just how refined this man's every movement was... Fuck! He's an ultimate-realm cultivator too?

Over all these years, Ning Ye had rarely encountered ultimate-realm cultivators. As this was Soul-Splitting Rebirth, he himself had no interest in pursuing the ultimate realm. As an incarnation, what he needed more was broad mastery through analogy and comprehension of Dao laws, rather than cultivation.

For that very reason, he himself was not an ultimate-realm cultivator. Yet he had not expected to run into one here.

No wonder this fellow inspired such confidence.

But what truly startled Ning Ye was that this man's innate bones were actually quite ordinary.

At a glance, he could tell that the man's innate bones and aptitude were both wholly unremarkable. For someone with such mediocre foundations to reach this point, he either had an extraordinary fortuitous encounter, or possessed an exceptionally powerful will.