To transcend comprehension was to be "monstrous"; to be inconceivable was to be "strange." Blood Saint had called Zhao Cheng a monster—there was nothing wrong with that choice of words.
Even a powerhouse like Blood Saint could not avoid such a reaction when faced with something beyond his understanding.
Of course, Blood Saint was also still very "young." His mind remained lively, not yet gradually numbed by the wash of endless time. That was why his reaction to the incomprehensible was somewhat more intense.
In a sense, this was a good thing. The more active one's mind, the greater one's drive to advance, and the greater one's possibility of transcending eternity.
If the mind lost its impetus, then eternity would simply be eternity—everlasting, neither assimilated by the Dao nor falling into extinction, yet forever trapped within eternity itself.
Zhao Cheng remained calm throughout. He was not surprised by the result of this strike.
He had now completed the Ten Pillars and touched upon the transdimensional. Though he had suppressed the transformation on the levels of matter and energy so as not to prematurely ignite the tribulation, his mind had already reached completion, and so had his cognition.
Certainly, he still did not know of the four great realizations that the eternal beings of the past had explored with the Dao Sovereign as their reference. But neither did he belittle himself. He knew that, in a certain domain, he had already reached an extreme.
And an extreme naturally had to possess an extreme's extraordinariness.
Cultivation was not measured by how long one had cultivated. It was not true that the longer one cultivated, the stronger one was bound to become.
Cultivation was like climbing a mountain. Some paths were long but easy to walk, each step a stair upward. Others were