"That aura... was it Great God Houtu's? How could it be so vast? What was that pressure? Divine might? Before such divine might, human strength was like ants?"
"If all of this belonged to Great God Houtu, then where was Great God Houtu? How had he... entered this divine statue?"
"Before this aura, let alone Nascent Soul cultivators, even Spirit Severing and Body Integration cultivators... likely would not be its match... If I wanted to contend with this aura, I still had to cultivate much more!"
Poor Xiao Hua. At present, Spirit Severing was the highest realm he could imagine; he did not even know what level Body Integration was. Yet he actually compared the aura of this divine statue to Body Integration. Such shallowness was probably something he would only understand once he cultivated to Body Integration himself!
Within the ancestral hall, whether they were descendants of Great God Houtu or descendants of the other eleven Great Gods, all danced with tears streaming down their faces. In their hearts, they had always taken pride in the bloodline of the Great Gods. Although Daoist cultivators looked down upon them and considered them uncivilized barbarians, they themselves knew perfectly well that, when it came to inheritance, they were not inferior to the Daoist sects in the least! Yet they had never considered where the bloodline they took such pride in had come from! Or perhaps they had considered it, but they had always relied upon and revered such power. No rebellious thoughts would ever arise in them, nor could they possess Xiao Hua's curiosity—thinking so much, even considering how to contend against that aura!
It had to be said that sometimes, success or failure did not lie in cultivation, nor in talent, but in vision, in... dreams.
As human beings, whether