In that instant, Zhunti's expression froze, and even his breathing seemed to catch.
Only one thought remained in his mind-a thought so unbelievable that it shook him to his very core.
That claw strike was definitely not the power of a Quasi-Saint.
As a primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, his perception of power had long since become almost instinctive.
In his eyes, any power beneath that of a Sage was like an ant beneath the vast heavens, utterly beneath notice.
But Ao Cunxin's claw strike was different.
The dragon claw reaching out from the shattered void contained a power he had never sensed in a Quasi-Saint.
That power was vast as an abyss, deep as the sea, carrying a mysterious aura that approached the Dao itself. It seemed not to have erupted from a body of flesh and blood, but to have been seized directly from the origin of the Great Dao.
Impossible.
Zhunti roared inwardly, his expression turning utterly grim.
She was merely a surviving remnant of the Dragon Race, merely Gu Changqing's disciple. How many years had she even cultivated?
Even with her extraordinary talent, even with heaven-defying opportunities, even with a Master like Gu Changqing imparting everything he knew, she could not possibly have touched the threshold of Sagehood in such a short time.
The realm of Sages was a supreme realm that countless Quasi-Saints had failed to attain, even after devoting their entire lives, exhausting their hearts' blood, and even plunging into the Devil Dao.
It was a leap from an ant to the vast heavens, a flight from dust to the stars.
Throughout the ages, countless dazzling talents had remained trapped at peak Quasi-Saint for untold epochs, never managing to take that final step, ultimately dying in despair and returning to dust.
But Ao Cunxin...
Zhunti