For Ouyang Yuanshan to address the man as an elder brother, he was clearly a Profound Immortal Mighty as well.
His gaze was calm, without a trace of aggression, yet deeper than even a Heavenly Eye, as though it could see straight into the heart.
His cultivation is definitely no lower than Granny Wuyin's.
Shen Yun stood silently, the thought flashing through his mind and vanishing.
In the Mystic Immortal realm, advancing even one minor stage was as hard as ascending to heaven. Only a handful of peerless prodigies could do it, rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
Kuroshou Old Ancestor, whom Shen Yun had slain earlier, had been an Early Mystic Immortal.
Though he had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, a gulf still separated him from those at the middle and late stages.
Granny Wuyin, meanwhile, was at the late stage. Even gravely weakened as she was now, she could easily suppress someone like Kuroshou Old Ancestor.
The old man before him could be mentioned in the same breath as her. That alone showed the height of his cultivation—he was undoubtedly one of the few giants of the Eastern Divine Continent.
And yet.
When it came to surprise, Ouyang Shouzheng felt it even more keenly.
"His body has been tempered a thousand times over, his cultivation is perfectly harmonized, and rarer still is the Divine Light filling him..."
"Good, good, good! A born seed of cultivation!"
Three "goods" in a row—he made no attempt to hide his admiration.
At the sight, Ouyang Yuanshan smiled to himself. Brother Shouzheng loves talent as much as ever. Usually he rations his words like gold, but when he meets a fine piece of jade, he grows even more impatient than I do.
He had expected as much and was