"Because this realm harbored malice toward the Human Race, once our cultivation reached a certain limit, it became almost impossible to advance any further. This was also the greatest reason the Human Race had no Saints." Xia He looked downcast.
Lu Ye asked curiously, "Wasn't there still one Saint? Why was that one able to break through?"
Xia He shook her head. "That one was not native to this realm. He entered from the outside many years ago. Some of the Saints among the various races here share the same origin, but no one knows where exactly they came from."
Lu Ye raised his brow.
Xia He did not know where those foreign Saints had come from, but he knew they had to have come from the Inner Realm.
Blood Calamity had said before that throughout the ages, countless powerhouses had emerged. Though not many had become Saints, there had always been some. Yet there was no trace of them in the Inner Realm; all those who had become Saints had entered the Origin Realm.
But... something was strange.
After pondering briefly, Lu Ye said, "I met a Saint before, but that Saint felt like a walking corpse. Are all Saints in this realm like that? If so, why can they still interfere in worldly affairs?"
Saint Qi was the sort who should not concern herself with any matters of the world. She was merely a puppet, a marionette on strings.
Xia He stared at him in astonishment. "You saw a True Saint?"
"A True Saint?" Lu Ye did not understand.
Xia He explained, "Saints are divided into two kinds. One is what you described: True Saints. They... are indeed like walking corpses, detached from the world. The other kind are Half-Saints. Half-Saints are not like that. The Saints I