Shi Hao's creation of a cultivation method was a great step forward for him.
It meant he had set foot on a path of his own. He could declare, "My fate is mine, not Heaven's."
Once he succeeded, Shi Hao would break free of the Chaotic Ancient Method's confines and shackles and embark on a road never traveled before.
He would surpass his limits and rise to the peak. From then on, he could be called a Human Emperor.
And it meant far more than a title. It concerned Shi Hao's future—his ability to reach higher realms and wield greater power.
With Shi Hao's current combat strength, if his cultivation also reached the Emperor level, he would be without equal, invincible among mortals.
Even Meng Tianzheng and Wang Changsheng at that level would not have been his match.
Already, faint traces of a different aura had begun to emerge around Shi Hao.
It resembled the aura Meng Tianzheng had possessed before becoming an immortal, or Wang Changsheng had possessed in his Peak State.
His aura of invincibility was not as intense as theirs, but it showed that he had begun to enter their domain.
The significance of Shi Hao's creation extended beyond himself. It was a great step not only for him, but for the world.
The wheels of history rolled onward toward a more glorious future.
The method Shi Hao was creating would make the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands more resplendent, with outstanding figures rising one after another.
Much of that future splendor would rest on the system taking shape now.
As for whether Shi Hao or Ye Fan had greater talent, combat strength, looks, or charm, that could wait.
There was little point in discussing it. They were evenly matched.
Meng Chuan had watched both children grow