"I know I'm dying. Why are you telling me all this nonsense? It's precisely because I'm dying that I want to hurry up and figure out the things I can't understand. Apart from Liu Ci and Lian Sanyue before they died, and Jingyang when he ascended back then, you're the strongest person the Chaotian Continent has seen in a thousand years, yet you still can't beat the Snow Nation Queen. I really don't understand."
The Profound Yin Ancestor looked at the great Buddha seated atop the Heavenly Access Well and said irritably, "You should know I fought Green Mountain. Those two fellow disciples beat me miserably and forced me underground to hide for several hundred years, but I survived in the end. You have to admit I'm formidable, don't you? In the hundred-odd years since I came out, I've protected the True Person, and the opponents I faced were all formidable figures. The Qilin was no match for you. Liu Ci struck me with his sword at Fruitful Accomplishment Temple... but even he back then was no match for you now. And what was that other fellow's name? None of them could match you."
He covered his ears, veins standing out on the backs of his hands, visibly exerting tremendous force, as though he wanted to crush his own head like a stone, or as though this question were giving him a terrible headache.
No one could match you, which was why you could kill me with a single saber stroke.
Yet you couldn't beat the Snow Nation Queen. Just how strong was she?
Cultivators sought longevity and pursued lofty cultivation realms, so naturally they were curious about the highest-order life in this world.
This was the Profound Yin Ancestor's greatest question before leaving this world.
Cao Yuan reminded him