"..." He remained stunned.
How had the world outside changed so much during his trip into a little secret realm? Was forming a Golden Core at thirty some new trend? Everyone was scrambling to do it. Golden Core cultivators lived for five hundred years; someone who formed a core at thirty could become the founding ancestor of a small lineage in some remote town.
Good heavens, even the gap between a person and a dog was not this wide.
"So that famous junior granduncle of Yonglu Mountain was actually the last to form a core?" From the sound of it, his talent did not seem all that extraordinary.
"Yes, but did you see his ranking?"
"Wasn't it just... What? Eighty-ninth? Is he Heaven's own son?"
No wonder the cultivator who had just emerged from the secret realm was so shocked. In fact, everyone's jaw dropped the first time they heard it. Prodigies still had to follow the basic laws of cultivation! Even True Lord Guan Xinglan of the Hehe Sect had only landed at ninety-third when he first appeared on the Prodigies Ranking, and he had already been thirty-five.
But now? Eighty-ninth, and not even thirty. This was simply—
"Good heavens, Yonglu Mountain has struck gold."
Anyone in the Cultivation Realm with reasonably good sources knew where Yonglu Mountain's junior granduncle had come from. He was from the Mortal Realm, and had only been found after falling into the Cloud-Breaking Secret Realm with grave injuries. Who could have imagined that an ordinary mortal's son who had stumbled into the Cultivation Realm would meet with such heaven-sent fortune?
"Exactly. If people could go to the Mortal Realm without good reason, I bet every major sect would head there to dig up talented disciples."
But deep down, everyone knew that under the