Just as Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren were discussing how to preach the Dao:
On the level below, after watching Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren rise into the air and pursue the source of the Fury River, Nine-Tailed Yaoyao turned and headed down.
She walked with light steps, her nine great tails, smoother than silk, swishing and swaying as she headed to the next level down.
In just a few breaths, she landed where the Legend Cultivators had first gathered.
When these Legend Cultivators saw Tao Yaoyao and the others return, but not Wang Quan or Ying Jiaren, they immediately grew curious.
One cultivator muttered, "Where's that Wang Quan?"
"Why didn't he come down? Don't tell me you ate him?"
Nine-Tailed Yaoyao rolled her eyes, then sprawled lazily on the ground, swishing her great tails a few times. "No, they're still pursuing the source!"
The many Legend Cultivators' expressions shifted slightly. "Both of them have deeper foundations than you?"
A trace of bewilderment flashed through Nine-Tailed Yaoyao's eyes. "I don't know!"
"Maybe they do, maybe they don't."
"Anyway, they could keep pursuing it upward, but I couldn't go any farther."
The other three or five Legend Cultivators who had accompanied Wang Quan also spoke up. "Those two have stronger foundations than we do."
The remaining cultivators frowned. One old man scratched his ears and cheeks. "Why should their foundations be stronger than mine?"
"At every realm, I reached the very highest level."
"I even mastered every fundamental method and spell below the Grotto Heaven Realm from the Heterodox Paths and the Orthodox Mystic Sects."
"Where am I inferior to them?"
Nine-Tailed Yaoyao muttered, "Maybe they refined every spell with materials, while you merely mastered them."
"Naturally, that would create a gap in your foundations."
The old man frowned. "I refined