"Nothing in this world is impossible." Wu Chu smiled at the Holy Land disciple. "Aren't saints said to be omnipotent?"
Hearing Wu Chu's words, Yu Mo could not help glancing at him, a strange light flashing through his eyes.
He could tell that while there was nothing wrong with those words, the casual attitude behind them showed that the man before him seemed to hold little reverence for saints. He did not know whether to call this man highly skilled and bold, or ignorant and fearless.
Saints—what did he know about them?
He assumed the other man had never encountered a saint and did not yet understand their true power.
A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Yu Mo's lips. "Sir, do you consider yourself comparable to a saint?"
At those words, the leaders of the various factions nearby could only stare dumbfoundedly at Mr. Chu Yi. Where had all that supposed refined grace and humility gone?
Wasn't this courage a little too excessive?
Was he not afraid that a saint would reach across countless miles of space and time and snuff him out with a single finger?
"How would Chu dare disrespect a saint?" Wu Chu smiled and shook his head. "I was merely discussing the matter at hand and expressing the view that 'nothing is absolute, and anything is possible.' Heaven and earth are vast, the universe boundless. There is no need to find any occurrence strange. There are countless living beings in this world. If someone creates some method, there is no need to be overly surprised. It is only that you did not think of it."
Hearing this, everyone nodded slightly, finding it quite reasonable.
There were countless cultivators in the world. Though few could reach the ultimate realm and attain the Dao to