The yellow-faced cultivator did not wait for Qing Chen to answer. He went on by himself, "Back then, I had the good fortune to attend the Three-Thousand-Year Dharma Assembly, ranked far down at the very bottom, and personally witnessed the sect master demonstrate his arts."
The yellow-faced cultivator's voice was thick with reverence.
"That day, the Rosy Cloud Law Seed breathed in and out of heaven and earth, and myriad channels of power moved with the horsetail whisk. The sect master never rose from his seat, yet the protective formations of every palace and temple across the mountain responded in unison. The spiritual energy of all the peaks was like something in the palm of his hand..."
Qing Chen was in no mood to listen to this idiot boast.
He had merely been shaken by those few words-a top-tier four-tribulation Pure Yang Spirit Treasure!
So above Spirit Treasures were Pure Yang Spirit Treasures?
The Blood Abyss God-Slaying Halberd in his hand was already a top-tier Half-Spirit Treasure that Tie Hengjiang had painstakingly reforged by fusing various precious materials. In the Nanhua Realm, it was enough to make countless people green with envy.
But compared with that horsetail whisk... Qing Chen took just one look and lost all desire to compare them further.
"Besides that, the sect master also cultivates the paths of wind movement and yin-yang, both already condensed to the fourth-transformation level, and has considerable insight into spatial rules! He has even created an Immortal Platform-level primordial unity divine ability."
The yellow-faced cultivator smiled proudly. "Do you know what that means?"
Qing Chen said nothing.
Such an existence was already far beyond what he could currently imagine. He had no idea just how terrifying someone like that was.
Perhaps the Golden-Body Bodhisattva of the Glazed Buddhist Domain and Mystic