Upon hearing these words, everyone present fell silent.
As the most exceptional talents of the Human Race in the present age, and the most gifted generation in thousands of years, they could have reached the pinnacle in any era.
Yet, it seemed there was a pattern: among a group of the exceptional, there always was a monster, even though their natural gifts were already sufficient.
The Three Pure Daoist was that monster; his cultivation journey was like that of a Great Divine Power reincarnated, advancing by leaps and bounds in an unstoppable manner.
Likewise, in very little time, he had achieved what others spent their whole lives striving for. This was the true nature of the exceptional, only that the difference between the strong and the weak was as vast as that between heaven and earth.
