In the eyes of Qingyun Daoren, the little junior brother before him had reached a level of heaven-defying absurdity that boggled the mind.
Body-refining talent, cultivation talent, sabre-cultivation talent, instant-casting talent, dual Spirit Roots, alchemy talent—which one of these wasn't the absolute pinnacle of excellence?
For an ordinary person to possess even one of these would mean their ancestors' graves were smoking with auspicious blue vapor for miles around.
Chapter 288