That was because they all possessed the most ancient inheritances. Bolstered by such ancient legacies, along with their own talent and all manner of powerful bloodlines, their cultivation speed was simply beyond comparison with that of ordinary cultivators.
They had special resources devoted to nurturing them, peerless great powers personally instructing them. Whatever they lacked, they received. What could ordinary cultivators possibly use to compare?
For ordinary cultivators, even a single immortal-grade pill was hard to come by; they might never see one in their entire lives. But to these people, immortal-grade pills were like candy beans—without even needing to ask, someone would stuff them into their mouths.
The top factions monopolized ninety percent of the resources in the entire Star River Cosmos, leaving only ten percent for everyone else.
Ninety percent of living beings possessed ten percent of the resources, while ten percent of living beings possessed ninety percent of the resources. Tell me, how were they supposed to compare?
This was the most obvious disparity.
Other than those beings born extraordinary, how could the rest compare? They simply could not.
This was why, within the Star River Cosmos, as long as a top faction or clan was not targeted by other forces of the same level and did not tear itself apart from within, it could continue its inheritance indefinitely.
The longer an inheritance endured, the deeper its foundation became, and the stronger it grew.
This was an unsolvable problem.
"Scared? But... it's too late..."
Seeing Hong Batian furrow his brows, Cang Yun curled his lips. Then his body moved, and the spearpoint thrust toward Hong Batian's brow.
Hong Batian's body retreated at blinding speed, his feet sliding across the ground. With both hands spread and his body tilted backward, he kept withdrawing.
Meanwhile, Cang Yun gripped his