Myriad-Forms Heaven marked the dividing line. Before that, whether through Wandering Void Sea or Inkfall and Cinnabar Flow, cultivators borrowed the mighty power of a realm to crush their foes.
Only those who could use their own Dao Painting Heaven and Earth to truly alter the Present World could be called true Myriad-Forms Heaven powerhouses.
Before that, someone like the Golden Thread Ancestor, who had vaulted past the Wandering Void Sea bottleneck but could not yet skillfully wield such heaven-reaching means of transforming the Present World, could only be called a false Myriad-Forms Heaven cultivator.
"The two differ by only one word, yet the gulf between them is as vast as heaven and earth."
"If neither side used these means of transforming heaven and earth, I could still fight it to a standstill."
"But if it fully unfolds its Painted World as it has now... with my current strength, I can merely hold out a little longer than an ordinary Wandering Void Sea cultivator..."
"At that level, to settle victory or defeat, you must likewise unleash Myriad-Forms Heaven and Earth, pitting one world against another. Otherwise, so long as your opponent remains within its own Myriad-Forms Heaven and Earth, it can practically be called undying and indestructible..."
Listening to the Golden Thread Ancestor's explanation,
Jiang Yuechu sank into thought.
No wonder I never felt such tremendous pressure when I killed this old bastard back then...
So he simply didn't know how to use it.
At that thought,
a trace of helplessness stirred in Jiang Yuechu's heart.
Ultimately,
it was because she had neither a sect nor an inheritance.
She could only feel her way forward, one step at a time.
Without experiencing them firsthand, there were many things whose dangers and mysteries she simply could not imagine.
Just like now.