What realm?
The black tiger thought for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Senior, are you in the Sainthood realm?"
He dared not guess too high. If Qin Shujian had not reached that realm, he might feel insulted.
If the man grew angry and slapped him to death, it would hardly be worth it.
At his question,
Qin Shujian shook his head.
"Sainthood? You can go a little higher!"
"You're a Great Power, Senior!"
The black tiger understood.
Just as he had thought.
Though Sainthood experts were formidable, they could not immobilize him with a single word. Only a Great Power could possibly do that.
The Myriad Races were flourishing now.
But Great Powers who had reached Seventh Heavenly Being or above were still figures no one could overlook.
After all,
the Great Power realm was the strongest realm below True Immortal.
As for True Immortals,
they were supreme existences within every race.
Among some weaker races, only their Emperor had True Immortal cultivation.
Naturally, no race without a True Immortal to guard it still existed. Even if such races had existed before, they had long since been wiped out.
Of the Myriad Races that remained today,
even the weakest had at least one True Immortal guarding it.
For the powerful races, it was far more than a matter of having just one or two True Immortals.
At his words,
Qin Shujian smiled.
"A little higher than a Great Power."
"—"
The black tiger stopped walking, his entire body trembling slightly. "S-Senior, could you be a True Immortal?"
A True Immortal!
I actually met a True Immortal.
Though Qin Shujian had not yet answered, he already felt somewhat certain.
"You could say that!"
Qin Shujian gave an ambiguous answer.
A True Immortal?
Even he could not be certain whether he had