Xu Qiuming and Yang Jun, flying through the sky above the Reincarnation Sea, looked up. They saw turbulent thunderclouds churning the skies, with faint thunder rumbling, and an indescribable pressure enveloping all things under heaven.
Yang Jun swallowed and said, "Why does it feel stronger than the Heavenly Might that Xu Chonggua, the predecessor, invoked?"
Xu Qiuming's eyes were complex as he replied, "Indeed, it is stronger."
The hand resting on the hilt of his sword couldn't help but tighten. There were just too many geniuses in the Mortal Realm, with peerless powerhouses emerging one after another. Even he felt the pressure.
He thought his cultivation pace was fast enough, yet he still couldn't keep up with the changes of the times.
He heard of more and more realms that he never even knew existed, and not to mention the outside world, he found it somewhat strenuous even to catch up with the first-rate levels within Wangdao.