"Benefactor truly was a banished immortal reincarnated!"
Huixin praised, "Kunlun has two True Persons in one generation, surpassing ninety percent of the sects under heaven."
A sect's strength lay in quality, not numbers. Aside from the Buddha Dao and the Buddhist Sect, fewer than five sects had ever produced two Innate Grandmasters.
Yan Chixia's strength was nearly on par with Lu Changsheng of the Daoist Sect and Chan Master Hongfa of the Buddhist Sect. Together with Chixiao True Person, who held great power, the Kunlun Sect now ranked below only the Buddha Dao and Buddhist Sect.
In terms of potential, the Buddha Dao and Buddhist Sect could still surpass Kunlun for the next fifty years. After fifty years, however, that might no longer be certain.
Zhou Yi stepped forward and offered his congratulations. "Congratulations, Senior Brother, on your great attainment in the Dao."
"No need for such ceremony, Junior Brother. Where is that demon Pu Du Ci Hang? Let us go eliminate it."
Yan Chixia was brimming with confidence. Having made up for the final flaw in his foundational cultivation technique, he believed that aside from those two ancient monsters, no other cultivator was worth his notice.
"Senior Brother, do not be hasty. Pu Du Ci Hang has devoured Dragon Qi for decades and cannot be underestimated. We must prepare everything properly and ensure that we kill it in a single strike."
Zhou Yi naturally understood that true strength was the foundation of a life-and-death battle; all schemes were merely support.
Eighty years ago, when they slew the Thousand-Year Tree Demon, the blazing mountain fire had seemed formidable, yet Yan Chixia's strength had determined the outcome.
Still, in a deadly fight, Zhou Yi would think of every possible way to raise their odds of victory by even the slightest fraction.