If ordinary Mystic Realm experts, like the Lord of Creation, had only just stepped into the Mystic Realm with Lin Cheng's help, they could be considered early Mystic Realm experts.
If Lin Cheng's avatar and the Destruction Sovereign were considered mid-Mystic Realm experts, then anyone capable of controlling the origin of a universe and becoming its controller would, at the very least, reach the late Mystic Realm!
Though it appeared to be only a minor realm apart, the gap between them was beyond all measure—absurdly vast.
Before a mid-Mystic Realm expert, no number of early Mystic Realm experts would be of any use. Even if thousands upon thousands came, they could be wiped out with a wave of the hand.
The Sword Venerable's escape from the Destruction Sovereign had depended greatly on luck.
The Destruction Sovereign's underestimation of him was one factor; Lin Cheng's unseen intimidation, which distracted him, was another. The three flames within the Solar Star's core had also played a crucial role in determining the outcome, along with heaven-defying luck.
It had even included the fact that the Destruction Sovereign had not initially held much killing intent, regarding it more as a cat toying with a mouse.
Only with all these factors combined had the Sword Venerable managed to narrowly escape disaster for the moment.
What was more, if Lin Cheng had not stopped him in time, the Destruction Sovereign would have needed only one more breath to catch up and crush the Sword Venerable into dust.
The gap between mid-Mystic Realm and half-step Mystic Realm was simply far, far too great.
The Sword Venerable's thought of joining forces with Granny Hua to resist... was nothing more than wishful thinking. Still, it was a final gamble. Anything was better than doing nothing and simply waiting to die.