"No wonder those two only clashed with their auras just now, wary of each other, without actually fighting.
They must have sensed something in the unseen, knowing the other's path was extraordinary." The Foreign Realm's prodigies understood at last.
Even the elders seated around the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree nodded slightly, finding this explanation reasonable.
The young members of the Imperial Clans looked as composed as ever, but inwardly, they could not calm down for a long time. "Their own path"-for Imperial Clan prodigies like them, that was a distant prospect.
Indeed, any one of these young Imperial Clan members could sweep across the world and look down upon the so-called Ten Great Heavenly Kings of their generation. Fundamentally, however, they relied on the imperial blood within them and the shelter of their Ancient Ancestors' legacy, not their own Dao.
Generally speaking, their strongest means was to summon a phantom of their Ancient Ancestor.
That alone made it clear.
"Their own Dao"-how unfamiliar those words were. Yet they understood how rare it was to carve out one's own Dao. Once successful, one's future achievements would be unimaginable.
Unfortunately, Imperial Clan prodigies relied excessively on the power of their bloodlines from childhood. They were like Proud Sons of Heaven, able to grow stronger without doing anything.
Some exceptionally powerful bloodlines could even grow to half-step longevity without cultivating.
Under such circumstances, who would choose to abandon the powerful means they already possessed and set foot on another path, one filled with thorns and uncertainty?
Pu Hong sighed softly. In Pu Yu, he saw a quality that Imperial Clan prodigies lacked. Before becoming a Supreme, it was not particularly apparent, but afterward, that quality would become a dividing line.
For Imperial Clan prodigies like him, the highest possible future achievement was Quasi-Immortal