Throughout the vast river of history, there had never been any shortage of peerless geniuses.
Some had slain Lotus-Seeding opponents from the Ink-Point Realm; some had challenged Mountain-Viewing foes from the Lotus-Seeding Realm.
Killing enemies across realms was as difficult as ascending to heaven, yet it was not wholly without precedent.
The meticulous brushwork of history could always pick out a few names from its boundless sea of records.
But why was it that, after combing through the martial river of several hundred thousand years, not a single person had ever challenged a Burning Lamp cultivator from the Mountain-Viewing Realm?
This was the most unreasonable aspect of the Burning Lamp Realm.
No matter how grievous one's injuries, no matter how utterly one's vital energy had run dry...
So long as one lit the Heart Lamp.
In an instant, time flowed backward and karma reversed.
One's essence, energy, and spirit would immediately return to their peak, and under the Heart Lamp's blessing, one's combat strength would even multiply.
That was the gap between mortal and saint.
No matter how heaven-defying your Mountain-Viewing methods were, no matter how exquisitely unparalleled your moves, even if you painstakingly wore a Burning Lamp powerhouse down until he was gasping for breath and his oil was spent, his lamp extinguished.
All he needed was a thought to light a Heart Lamp.
He would instantly return at full strength and fight another three hundred rounds.
You had one life to fight against however many lives he had.
How were you supposed to fight that?
How could you possibly fight that?
Thus, battles between Burning Lamp cultivators in this world were often the most tedious and the most drawn out.
Unless there was an absolute disparity in strength.
Otherwise, when two sides clashed, they merely wore down each