The moment the words "Cinnabar Scenery, Containing Light" left his lips, Youzhen realized he had misspoken and hastily fell silent, looking around.
Even here on the banks of the Raging River, where the water thundered with a deafening roar, he instinctively softened his breathing.
It was as though the name itself weighed ten thousand tons, and merely speaking it would draw a gaze from the unseen.
Chu Mo did not press him further, but felt a slight chill in his heart.
If cultivators were crudely divided into lower and upper realms, then Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul could be called the lower realms, while Spirit Transformation, Dao Integration, Mahayana, and Heavenly Venerable constituted the upper realms.
Leaving Heavenly Venerables aside for now, as far as he knew, from antiquity to the present, only the founding patriarchs of the three sects had attained that rank in Fuli. They governed Fuli above and upheld the worlds below, their lives enduring as long as heaven itself, unchanged through the ages.
As for the title "Dao Venerable," those who attained Dao Integration were honored with it, occupying the third realm of the immortal path. A single thought could turn the rivers of stars, and a single art could alter the myriad Daos.
Even in Fuli Heaven, such figures stood above all living beings.
Ordinary cultivators could spend their entire lives without ever glimpsing their true faces. For such a figure to personally seize an entire world for a disciple... even imagining it seemed inconceivable.
"Dao Venerable Cinnabar Scenery, Containing Light... no wonder this woman carries such weighty fate."
Chu Mo shook his head slightly and set the matter aside. Then he returned to their earlier topic. "Now that our business here is finished, what do you intend to do next,