After pondering for a moment, Ye Lin looked up at the Spirit King.
The Spirit King's words reminded Ye Lin of Ye Xiu's memories.
Among the memories of Ye Xiu that he had seen, there was a place called the Primordial Continent.
That raised a question: was the Primordial Continent within the Boundary Sea, or beyond it?
After all, the Primordial Continent in those memories had been far too terrifying.
The lofty Saints.
Even there, they could only be considered paving-brick-level powerhouses.
"Perhaps such a thing exists, perhaps it doesn't. I don't know either."
"Saints stand high above all. Even in my era, during the Origin Continent's most glorious peak, the number of Saints did not exceed the count of two hands."
"Nor did they possess the ability or qualifications to explore so many things."
Holding his teacup, the Spirit King gazed beyond the heavens, seemingly lost in thought.
Back then, their Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan had possessed Saints as well.
Saints.
Two words that made people shrink back at the sight of them.
"Are Saints really that difficult to reach?"
Ye Lin reclined in his chair, sinking into thought.
He was now at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. His next step would be the Quasi-Saint realm.
As he was now, he simply could not imagine the level of a Saint.
But in his view, a Saint was still only a realm in the end.
Was breaking through from the ninth heaven of the Quasi-Saint realm to become a Saint truly so difficult?
"When you reach the Quasi-Saint realm, you'll understand."
Hearing Ye Lin's murmur, the Spirit King gave a soft laugh.
Once you reached the Quasi-Saint realm, kid, you would understand just how vast the difficulty between Quasi-Saints and Saints truly was.
And just how despairing that