"Thank you, Senior Yuan!"
An invisible force lifted them up. It was not particularly strong, yet none of the many high-grade Primal Chaos Lifeforms present dared resist. One after another, they straightened up again.
More than ten thousand high-grade Primal Chaos Lifeforms watched the figure on the platform, smiles on their faces and humble expressions in their eyes.
Each of these high-grade Primal Chaos Lifeforms could rule over a Source World, or even oversee an entire Sacred realm. Under their command were vast numbers of Innate Primal Chaos Lifeforms.
Within their own worlds, they were even nominally World Masters, the masters of an entire world.
But now, facing a true World Master, they could only bow their heads in submission, without the slightest complaint.
"You flatter me. I merely took one step ahead," Lu Yunhe said with a smile.
Hearing this, the several high-grade Primal Chaos Lifeforms at the front hurriedly shook their heads. "You deserve it. Time is but an illusion. In cultivation, the accomplished are honored."
Every high-grade Primal Chaos Lifeform present had cultivated for countless times longer than Lu Yunhe. Some had even existed longer than Lord Yuan's Cultivator world.
After all, once one reached the Ultimate Realm, so long as there was no outside interference and one did not seek death oneself, lifespan ceased to be a concern.
Unfortunately, time could not make up for the gap in cultivation. In fact, the longer one cultivated, the more one understood just how impossibly vast the difference between realms was.
Thus, those who had cultivated for excessively long periods had already placed themselves in a lower position in their hearts when facing those of higher standing.
Cultivation was like rowing against the current. If one could not burn oneself out in a short time, one would inevitably slip