At the cloud-wreathed summit of the rear mountain, Shangguan Tianque and Ren Yanyu stood side by side. Their robes fluttered, their hair continually stirred by the wind. Before them stretched a sea of clouds as white as snow...
Only once they were alone did Shangguan Tianque recount everything that had happened, detail by detail, leaving Ren Yanyu dumbstruck.
"You're saying he... he might be a Spirit Transformation cultivator?"
Shangguan Tianque gave a wry smile, then shook his head.
"It's only a guess. There's just the slightest possibility!
"I tried asking him, too, but Elder Li said he was simply a Nascent Soul Cultivator and refused to say anything more!
"But how could a Nascent Soul Cultivator kill great cultivators at the nascent soul late stage time and again, as easily as eating and drinking?
"You and I have met plenty of Nascent Soul Cultivators. Have we ever encountered anyone so ferocious among their peers?"
After hearing him out, Ren Yanyu fell silent for a while before lifting her beautiful face to look at Shangguan Tianque again.
"There are two possibilities:
"First, we already knew that cultivators from the lower realms were formidable fighters, and we've met some ourselves.
"We felt that, although they were powerful, what really distinguished them was how ruthless and decisive they were. The meticulous control they exercised over their magical power in every attack was breathtaking.
"They're unlike cultivators in the Immortal Spirit Realm. With such abundant spiritual energy between heaven and earth, we recover rapidly during combat, so we don't polish our techniques inch by inch. Our execution is somewhat rough.
"Cultivators from the lower realms also endure harsher trials. They face death more fearlessly, and their reactions at the boundary between life and death are sharper. A clash between cultivators can decide life or