Myriad Phenomena Heaven marked the dividing line. Before it, whether in the Roaming Void Sea Realm, the Ink Drop Realm, or the Flowing Cinnabar Realm, cultivators borrowed the mighty power of a world to crush their foes.
Only those who could truly alter reality through their own Dao Painting World could be called genuine Myriad Phenomena Heaven powerhouses.
Before that, someone like the Golden Thread Patriarch, despite having crossed the Roaming Void Sea bottleneck in one leap, could only be called a pseudo-Myriad Phenomena cultivator, for he had yet to master such heaven-reaching means of reshaping reality.
"Though the two differ by only a single word, the gulf between them is as vast as heaven and earth."
"If neither side uses this means of reshaping the world, I could still fight it to a draw."
"But if it fully unfolds its World Within a Painting, as it has now... with my current strength, I could merely last a little longer than an ordinary Roaming Void Sea cultivator..."
"At that level, deciding the victor requires both sides to unleash their Myriad Phenomena Worlds, pitting world against world. Otherwise, as long as your opponent remains within their own Myriad Phenomena World, they are practically undying and indestructible..."
As she listened to the Golden Thread Patriarch's explanation,
Jiang Yuechu fell into thought.
No wonder I never felt such tremendous pressure when I killed this old thing back then...
So he simply didn't know how to use it.
At that thought,
a trace of helplessness rose in Jiang Yuechu's heart.
In the end,
it all came down to her having neither a sect nor an inheritance.
She could only feel her way forward, step by step.
Without experiencing them firsthand, there were many things whose dangers and mysteries she could never imagine.
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