In the Immortal Realm, the Kings stood high above all, and True Immortals looked down across the ages. Ordinary cultivators were beneath notice, mere blades of grass. Only cultivators at the Supreme Being level carried a little weight.
The age at which a Supreme Being attained enlightenment was also a measure of a cultivator's talent. Throughout history, True Immortals had generally attained enlightenment in ten or twenty thousand years, while Immortal Kings had reached the Supreme Being rank at around one or two thousand.
No one had broken the five-hundred-year curse in the last epoch or two. Perhaps such cultivators had existed in the more ancient Emperor-Fall Era. It was said that Butcher, the foremost figure of the Immortal Realm, held such a record.
But a Supreme Being under fifty was far too heaven-defying. The difference was comparable to the gulf between a True Immortal and an Immortal King.
Then-did that not mean Huang possessed the potential to surpass Butcher, that he was even more dazzling than the foremost Immortal King and might one day break beyond kingship to become an Emperor?
Once that conclusion emerged, the Immortal Realm erupted. The Immortal King families hoping to draw Shi Hao to their side grew even more fervent and increased their investment, while many of the Immortal Realm's prodigies became intensely hostile, insisting that Shi Hao had only the cultivation level, with a hollow, unstable foundation.
Many were itching to challenge Shi Hao, hoping to make their names in a single battle and establish their dominance.
"What's so impressive about becoming a Supreme Being at fifty? Faster isn't always better on the path of cultivation." A direct descendant of an Immortal King family sneered. "Someone once swallowed the Undying Immortal Medicine and became an immortal on the spot, far outstripping his peers.