The Earthcry King drew a light breath. An astonishing prodigy had truly appeared among the foreign blood food.
At the True Immortal realm, being able to withstand his attack—even if it was only at the Taiyi level—was enough for the other party to be proud of.
As an Extreme Daluo, he had long since completed himself over hundreds of thousands of years, reshaping his very foundations. This was the path of the fool, emphasizing accumulation: cultivating tirelessly through endless years, patching oneself up bit by bit, filling every flaw until one finally reached the realm of perfection.
It differed from those above myth who shattered the barriers of their realms through talent and brilliance, capable of killing enemies above their own level.
This was a realm tempered through a thousand hammerings, an ordeal that turned decay into wonder.
As the saying went, a treasured sword's edge emerged from grinding, and plum blossoms drew their fragrance from bitter cold. The cultivation of an Extreme Daluo was like forging a peerless divine weapon through countless hammerings; when its edge was finally bared, it could cleave through every external foe.
After his brief shock, the Earthcry King quickly calmed down.
Li Su's talent was indeed astonishing, but it was not enough to shake him. The hundreds of thousands of years he had lived had accumulated for him not merely a supreme realm standing high above the world, but experience as well.
In the eyes of an Extreme Daluo, a prodigy was merely worthy of praise.
It meant they were promising material, that they might one day stand alongside them.
But reality was cruel. The history of the Mythical Realm had never lacked prodigies. He had seen more than a few dazzling ones, yet those who could walk before them and stand shoulder to