Perhaps the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body would one day advance all the way to Sacrificial Dao.
But clearly, he could not achieve it immediately, right after Meng Chuan had expressed his confidence in him.
Meng Chuan could raise the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body to that level now, but there was no need.
The Great Accomplishment Sacred Body believed he could, too. After all, he knew the man sitting before him now possessed power on the same level as the former source of the Weird Race.
Perhaps he had even surpassed it?
That much, he could not say.
But since both stood Above Sacrificial Dao, whatever the former Weird Source could do, the man before him surely could as well. Of that, there was no doubt.
Sometimes, it was disheartening to think that a realm one had pursued with bitter effort, perhaps without ever reaching it, could be bestowed on great numbers of people with ease by someone at a higher level. It could dampen the fire in one's heart.
It made everything one had struggled to attain seem hardly worth mentioning.
But someone who had reached the Quasi-Immortal Emperor stage would, at most, feel a moment of melancholy. His Dao Heart would not falter over it.
They understood.
After all, those mighty beings who could create Immortal Emperors with ease had once passed through that stage themselves. They, too, had climbed to their heights step by step.
That meant every step was real, not something insignificant.
What they had gained through their own efforts, the fortune they had attained, was theirs. However terrifying and powerful it was, they had earned it.
Because along the way, they had paid for it with effort and hardship.
They had not picked up the power to create Immortal Emperors at will by the roadside.