Fang Wang made his way to the Mortal Realm beyond the heavens, where the void was dim, illuminated only by a handful of stars amidst the darkness.
He saw from afar the silhouette of the Supreme Saint, suspended in the darkness, draped in a white feathered robe that fluttered as his black hair danced in the wind, his entire being exuding an ethereal and mystical aura.
The Supreme Saint looked towards Fang Wang and asked with a smile, "Not yet a hundred years old and you have transcended; it seems you do not come from the present."
Fang Wang flew up to face him, the two standing less than a hundred yards apart amidst the darkness.
"You do know that waiting for me to break through will leave you with regret," said Fang Wang.
Before his Cultivation had stabilized, he had sensed the Supreme Saint's presence, but the latter had not come to disturb him, opting instead to fly beyond the heavens, which Fang Wang found unexpected.