High in the heavens, Yuangeng stood at ease with the Immortal Bell resting in his hand. Beside him, four great weapons-a bow, iron armor, a war spear, and the Heavenly Halberd-hovered silently. Four pairs of illusory eyes opened within them, looking down over the battlefield.
"Are all the Extreme Dao Supremes on the far side of the Road to Immortality this sort of rabble?"
An inscrutable emotion stirred in the Prison-Suppressing Venerable's voice. He had watched every battle from beginning to end, and truly found it difficult to regard these Extreme Dao Supremes as his peers.
"Their Dao hearts are weak, their bodies unrefined, and their combat strength leaves much to be desired. A few of their arts might qualify as sophisticated, but that is all."
The Rebirth Venerable agreed, and greed inevitably rose within him. Originally, all four had been relatively cautious, voluntarily asking to remain beside Yuangeng and observe first. But as one battle followed another, he too was beginning to lose patience.
"But in a sense, they represent the normal standard at the pinnacle of the Human Dao."
Yuangeng watched below, his gaze sweeping over every Extreme Dao Supreme from the Strange World. Of the thirty-six who had come, almost every one was stronger than the Blood Venerable and the Eight-Armed Supreme who had died at his hands. They could be considered the "pillars holding up the current" among the Strange World's Extreme Dao cultivators.
True Immortal inheritances, exceptional talent, hundreds of thousands of years of secluded cultivation-
In Yuangeng's view, these beings at the pinnacle of the Human Dao in the Strange World were actually the closest to the cultivators of the Immortal Domain and the Primordial Ancient Realm in bygone days. Had they been in either of those realms, their Human Dao paths would have