Shanggong Changge's breakthrough this time immediately elevated his status within the clan, and he began receiving attention from those above. Everyone believed Shanggong Changge possessed exceptional talent.
Shanggong Changge naturally did not explain anything. Immortal fortune was also part of immortal cultivation; not every powerhouse in the world had been born with outstanding cultivation aptitude.
At least twenty to thirty percent of immortal cultivators had relied on their own abundant blessings and immortal fortune, as well as Heaven's favor, to grow into a generation of powerhouses!
Shanggong Changge had fought his way out through bloodshed. Having finally gained the clan's recognition, did he really have to step forward and modestly claim that his aptitude was merely average?
Shanggong Changge stood against the wind. The white jade ruyi beneath his feet was no longer the flying treasure from back then, but he still liked this style. When refining a new flying treasure later, he had still fashioned it into the form he liked and was most accustomed to.
He gazed into the boundless darkness ahead, pondering several matters. This journey had been at Dao Yu's invitation. At the thought of Dao Yu, his divine sense could not help sweeping over the handsome man sitting cross-legged behind him.
Like him, this person was an ascended cultivator from the Mortal Realm. Yet this boy's aptitude was far superior to his own.
Moreover, Dao Yu had been born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was a direct descendant of the Supreme Great Elder of that generation. How could Shanggong Changge possibly compare to him in cultivation resources?
Thus, although Dao Yu was so much younger than him, his cultivation had caught up from behind. Back on the Lost Continent, he had pursued him all the way and likewise succeeded in Nascent Soul