Tongtian watched everything unfolding before him with curiosity, as though he were an outsider.
The cultivation of Gong Sanquan, who had suddenly appeared to smooth things over, did not disappoint Tongtian.
The eighth heaven of the primordial origin realm. He certainly qualifies as a formidable figure.
It seems the Sea-Viewing Tower truly cannot be underestimated, to have become a behemoth ranked thirty-sixth on the Power Ranking.
In truth, Tongtian felt nothing toward Young Master Ying, let alone anger.
Never mind offenses or insults-to Tongtian, an ant whose strength was nowhere near his own could shout as loudly as he pleased and still never merit his attention.
Although he came from a Small World, Tongtian's standing in the Primordial World was no different from that of a Great Heavenly Venerable.
His long years at the pinnacle had given Tongtian a calm disposition, unruffled by wind or waves.
Although countless people in the Shiva Holy Land surpassed him in cultivation,
few could rival his composure and strength of character.
The fundamental reason for this difference in temperament was that the Primordial World was far too backward and had far too few experts, leaving it trapped for ages in a warped state of development where Sages reigned supreme.
Even the mighty figures of the Primordial World, blessed with exceptional talent and origins, could only remain beneath others, with no room to develop.
The Primordial World's attitude was: I may be small, but I'm rotten to the core!
Tongtian had stood at the pinnacle of the Primordial World for so long that he had no idea what it meant to be a bottom-rung cultivator!
The Shiva Holy Land was the complete opposite: a hundred schools contended, and a hundred flowers bloomed!
Cultivators in the primordial origin realm or the Dao-unification realm,
were still merely