Dividing Power

In Carl's view, Peak Saint Realm fighters could roughly be divided into four tiers.

At the entry level, Peak Saint Realm fighters could only deal with those below their own level. They were the weakest among their peers. Based on Carl's years of cultivation, this tier consisted of those who had mastered a Saint-level secret art and begun to comprehend its mysteries.

The next tier had a certain grasp of the mysteries. By Carl's estimate, their comprehension was around ten thousand points, and they were about ten times stronger than the weakest Peak Saint Realm fighters. They were roughly on par with magical beasts that had only recently reached the Saint Realm.

Those who advanced further belonged to the third tier of Peak Saint Realm fighters on the Yulan Continent. Their comprehension of the mysteries reached one hundred thousand points, making them nearly ten times stronger than the second tier. Fifty years ago, Carl had needed his Saint-level body to match that level. Fighters of this tier could handle veteran Saint-level magical beasts, and they were also about the strongest beasts some Saint Realm fighters could force into a contract.

Above them were the fourth-tier Peak Saint Realm fighters. Carl guessed their comprehension of the mysteries was at least five hundred thousand points. They were five hundred times as strong as entry-level Peak Saint Realm fighters and fifty times stronger than the second tier, with at least a fivefold advantage over the third tier.

With the vitality of a Saint-level being, one could remain in the void. With all their abilities bolstering them, Saint Realm fighters were unlike Level 9 Warriors, for whom a thirty-percent advantage over someone of the same level was already enormous. At the Saint level, being twice as strong was enough to kill an opponent with ease.

Different degrees of insight into the mysteries led Saint Realm fighters to develop in very different ways. This meant that sometimes a twofold difference in strength was enough to make one fighter easily kill another, while in other cases, even a two- or threefold gap still left the two locked in a fierce struggle.

Take Carl himself. He had comprehended [Wind Element], one of the seven basic elemental mysteries. Its abilities were well-rounded, but unexceptional. His grasp of Wind Element was enough to make him several times faster and boost his attacks severalfold, but defense and control were its weak points.

Carl believed that with his current strength, his Saint-level body, and the quasi-divine artifact [Wind-Singing] he had bought from the Mall, his frontal attacks could even surpass those of Saint Realm Limit fighters who had comprehended a Low-level Mystery. If he got the chance to fight one at close range, he could kill them.

But that trick would only work once. It relied on others not knowing what he could do, and anyone who reached the Saint Realm was no fool. They wouldn't fall for it a second time.

It was like the Dragonblood Warriors, who had earned a fearsome reputation thousands of years ago and even called themselves one of the Four Ultimate Warriors. Carl didn't need to look through the history books to know that a Saint Realm Limit fighter had probably been ambushed and killed by a Dragonblood Warrior.

Otherwise, considering that the Dragonblood Clan's founder had remained a Mid-level God even after spending thousands of years in the Four Divine Beasts Family, Baruch had most likely comprehended the mysteries before leaving the Yulan Continent. His physical strength had been enough to make even Saint Realm Limit fighters bow to him, and with no stronger pressure to contend with, he had chosen to leave the Material Plane.

Carl could still repeat the feats of the Ultimate Warriors. But what then?

Did he really think the God Level experts wouldn't be curious?

The logic was simple. The Holy Alliance had plenty of Level 9 Warriors whose bodies were as strong as those of Level 6 fighters. The Radiant Church had a forbidden spell that summoned Angels, but with a Level 6 body, all it could summon was a Two-Winged Angel with Level 9 strength. It took the sacrifice of a Level 9 Warrior to summon one. The only practical option was to capture an enemy Level 9 Warrior alive, and to capture one of those, you needed at least the strength of a late-stage or peak Level 9 Warrior.

But with a Saint-level body, Carl could see the implications at once. An eighth-level body could summon an Angel at the Peak Saint Realm level, while a Saint-level body could summon an Angel with divine power.

And that was just the Radiant Church's methods. There were also the God Level experts of the Yulan Continent.

If someone could find a way to strengthen their body, even by tenfold, perhaps War God O'Brien could obtain a Mid-level God's Godhead.

All the various forces on the Yulan Continent had brought about the relatively peaceful situation of the present. But if anything arose that could shatter that peace, these powerhouses wouldn't hesitate to cast off the facade.

"My cultivation is still too slow," Carl sighed softly.

Carl hadn't spent all of the past fifty years cooped up in her territory. From time to time, she left Tianfeng Prefecture to travel and had encountered quite a few Saint Realm powerhouses. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to judge the tiers of power so accurately.

She had also compared her current strength with theirs. Without relying on her physical strength, her comprehension of the mysteries was only one-fiftieth of the level needed for mastery. With just over twenty thousand points, she could only bully some of the weaker Peak Saint Realm fighters. Those renowned across the Yulan Continent had all reached at least one hundred thousand points of comprehension.

"The ones who earn a name for themselves... That Sword Saint must be the benchmark for a hundred thousand points."

Carl immediately thought of someone: the man known as the Rock Sword Saint. He had a good grasp of the Laws of the Earth, and with his powerful Mental Power, he could even deceive some Peak Saint Realm fighters.

After all, many Saint Warriors relied on Battle Qi, the mysteries, and their physical strength. Mental Power was one of their weaknesses, and most were only at the upper end of Level 8.

Especially after reaching the Saint Realm. Saint-level holy mages were formidable because they could unleash one forbidden spell after another, but once a Saint Warrior got close, they would still be on their knees, begging for mercy.

Carl composed herself and looked at her status panel.

Over the past fifty years, the bloodline of her family had gradually grown stronger. The young generation of promising children had contributed the most. When they had good talent and worked hard, Carl would grant them the talent of a Level 9 Warrior while they were still young. When these gifted descendants later married and had children, most of their offspring were born with the aptitude of at least a Level 7 Warrior, while the more gifted ones were no weaker than Level 8.

But for their offspring to be born with the talent of a Level 9 Warrior was much harder. Usually, that required a Saint-level bloodline.

There were plenty of commoners on the Yulan Continent who became Level 9 Warriors, but who could say whether a Saint-level powerhouse had appeared somewhere in their ancestry?

Unfortunately, Carl had fixed the bloodline of the Taros Family. Its source was Carl herself.