Terrifying Advance

However, Elder Changming's words made a certain amount of sense to the two stewards as well.

High talent could only mean a higher starting point on the path of Dao comprehension; it could not determine one's strength or ultimate destination.

Having lived long lives in this Dao arena for tens of millions of years, they had seen countless favored children of heaven—proud and arrogant, only to meet an early death.

On the contrary, some with merely average talent but steadfast wills had come from behind, climbing step by step to higher realms.

Take the white-haired steward, Zhao Zhiyun. When he first entered the Dao, he had only possessed three-star talent, yet now he was already a Dao Profound Realm expert, surpassing the vast majority of the prodigies of his time.

Thus, they felt that Elder Changming's approach was rather prudent.

At this moment, under the envious gazes of over a thousand inner disciples of the Changming Branch Dao Arena, Lu Chong entered that towering, radiant Hanging Mountain.

He was not so arrogant as to become complacent. Lu Chong had always understood himself clearly, and he had come this far by planting each step firmly, relying entirely on his own efforts and the system's.

Upon entering Hanging Mountain, Lu Chong discovered that there truly was another world within its belly. Though it could not be called boundless, it was a scenic paradise secluded from the world, rich in Dao aura.

Lu Chong had no mood to admire the scenery. His first act was to check his progress in comprehending the Dao.

"This rate of Dao comprehension is more than five times faster than in that valley." Lu Chong thought in delight.

His previous rate of Dao comprehension in the valley had been roughly 2% per day, but here, he could improve