The mountain slopes were precipitous, their strange peaks jutting skyward.
A man dressed in purple brocade leaned against a cliff, covering his mouth as he coughed several times. A freshly bandaged wound marked his body, its dressing stained crimson. He had suffered it earlier, when he ventured into the Dragon God's Ruins to open the palace and was attacked by the Soul Beasts on the outskirts that possessed traces of Dragon Clan Bloodline.
Yu Luomian caught his breath a few times before raising his head to look at the woman standing near the cliff's edge.
She stood with her hands behind her back, facing the setting sun. The early spring breeze rustled the hem of her clothes, and warm light, fine as gauze, shone on her face, bathing it in a hazy golden glow. She looked like an immortal maiden descended from heaven, carrying a subtle air of holiness that invited admiration from afar but forbade any profane touch.
A complicated look flashed through Yu Luomian's eyes. No matter how many times he saw her, a trace of inferiority inevitably stirred within him.
Yes, inferiority!
After only a brief acquaintance, Yu Luomian had learned that this woman, not yet twenty-five, was already an expert with one foot in god rank!
A Level-99 Demigod!
The demigod realm was divided into three tiers: Quasi-Demigod, demigod, and false god.
Quasi-Demigod was the first stage of a Peerless Douluo's transformation.
Once that transformation was complete, they could slowly enter the ranks of demigods.
Among demigods, unrelenting effort and insights into the Great Dao could lead to another breakthrough, bringing them to the level of false gods. At that stage, their lifespan could extend beyond three hundred years.
But how could that possibly be easy?
Advancing from Super Douluo to Peerless Douluo was a qualitative