The Twelfth Realm.
A single minor Realm made a world of difference. To fight and defeat an enemy of a higher Realm was a nigh-impossible feat.
Besides, which of those who had reached the Peak of the Twelfth Realm was an ordinary person?
Five hundred years ago, which of them hadn't been a world-renowned prodigy?
Which one of them hadn't risen from the ranks of prodigies?
They had all reached the pinnacle by stepping on the shoulders of their generation's Cultivators.
Which of them wasn't a formidable figure capable of fighting across Realms?
Luo Lingxiao had always considered himself a man of immense talent. Within his own Realm, he had never met his match. He could even fight those in the Twelfth Realm while at the Eleventh Realm. But now, after seeing Lu Mingyuan defeat the Celestial Dragon Elder Abbot, an overwhelming sense of defeat washed over him.
'If it were me, could I defeat the Celestial Dragon Abbot so easily?'
'I'm afraid not.'
