In the blink of an eye, little Shi Hao had spent over half a year cultivating on his own, and he was already almost seven.
"Ah, I did it!"
He raised a hundred-thousand-jin boulder with one hand. His physical cultivation had achieved extraordinary results, and his demonstration before the Willow Deity left the villagers utterly awestruck.
"A single swing of your arm carries a hundred and eight thousand jin of divine power. You have done very well-beyond my expectations." Even the Willow Deity was startled and voiced admiration.
Such world-shaking divine power had never been humanity's strength. Even the strongest young of pure-blooded creatures could do no better, and it was difficult to grow stronger still.
Moreover, his circumstances were quite ordinary. He had received no incredible nurturing, so an achievement like this could be attributed entirely to talent and hard work.
"Then how do I compare to my sister?" After being praised, little Shi Hao first scratched his head and chuckled, then seemed to remember something and could not resist asking.
The Willow Deity fell silent for a while, offering no immediate answer.
"Willow Deity, Willow Deity, say something!" Little Shi Hao was rather confused.
"She is somewhat special and walks a special path. There is little point in comparing yourself to her in these things," the Willow Deity transmitted.
"Wow, is my sister really that amazing?" Little Shi Hao was clever and understood the implication, but he was neither discouraged nor jealous. Instead, he exclaimed in heartfelt admiration.
That's my sister for you!
"So what kind of path is it?" he asked again, tilting his head.
"Breaking through the utmost limits to open a road ahead for the present methods," the Willow Deity replied, seemingly with some wonder, before warning him, "But do not blindly imitate her. Remember,