Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

At this point, it would be incredibly difficult to improve by even a fraction of a percentage point!

That legendary 100% flawless perfection seemed an insurmountable chasm, a distant dream! But now, someone has actually achieved it? And even amassed five million in one go?!

Five million drops of flawless source blood?!

Is this guy even human?!

at this time.

midair.

The Grand Elder also heard the discussions below.

His once ruddy face instantly darkened.

The elder's eyes were like torches as he stared intently at Su Yu in the light screen.

He certainly knew what it meant for a star level to condense five million units of source blood.

"Flawless Source Blood?"

The elder snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disbelief and jealousy.

The flawless source blood is indeed a truly perfect body.

It is the supreme foundation for the path to becoming the Lord of the Realm.

but.

Everyone knows how difficult it is to condense flawless source blood!

That would require unimaginable resources and an incredibly long time to remove the impurities bit by bit!

This greatly slows down the martial artist's training speed!

"Trying to attract attention!"

In order to uphold his disciple's dignity and to appease his own Dao heart, the Grand Elder suddenly spoke loudly.

His voice, enveloped in powerful energy, resounded throughout the entire Tongtian Peak.

"Don't be fooled by these inflated numbers!"

The elder pointed at the light screen, his tone carrying a condescending scrutiny.

"Five million flawless source blood, that's truly astonishing."

"But have you ever considered how many years it would take to condense such a vast amount of pure, unadulterated source blood?"

The elder sneered repeatedly.

"I dare say!"

"This Su Yu is definitely an old monster who has lived for countless years!"

"He did this in pursuit of the so-called ultimate foundation, in order to condense these five million flawless source blood."

"They've probably been stuck at the Hengxing level for millions, even tens of millions of years!"

The Grand Elder's analysis was reasonable and well-founded.

This immediately garnered approval from many elders and disciples in the vicinity.

"The Elder is right!"

"Yes, flawless source blood is extremely difficult to condense. It's simply impossible to achieve without millions of years of painstaking effort!"

"Oh, it's just an old man!"

"Having been stuck at the Heng level for millions of years, its potential has probably been exhausted long ago, and its lifespan is nearing its end!"

"These kinds of fanatics who abandon breakthroughs in their cultivation for the sake of building a solid foundation are everywhere in the starry sky; it's nothing surprising!"

Listening to the discussions around me.

Lin Yan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally slowly settled back into his stomach.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jin Zun nodded in agreement.

"Little Yanzi, your master is right."

Jin Zun's tone regained the composure of an ancient powerhouse.

"The path of martial arts emphasizes courage and diligence."

"For someone like him to waste countless years pursuing a momentary perfection at a low level is truly a lowly path."

Jin Zun offered words of comfort.

"So, you don't need to compare yourself to others at all."

"They may have accumulated a lifetime of experience and exhausted all their potential to obtain these five million source blood."

"You're only 20,000 years old, full of vigor, and have endless possibilities for the future."

"It's perfectly normal that you can't compare to an old monster who's lived for millions of years!"

Hearing his teacher's words of advice, Lin Yan felt completely relieved.

He took a deep breath, and the confidence and arrogance of a peerless genius returned to his eyes.

"The teacher is right."

Lin Yan looked at Su Yu on the light screen, a faint sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

"Just an old relic whose potential has been exhausted and who's half-buried in the ground."

"So what if you have five million flawless source blood?"

"The future of the Primordial Divine Martial Sect ultimately belongs to us, the young people!"

The atmosphere in the square became relaxed again.

The way people looked at Su Yu was no longer one of awe, but rather tinged with amusement.

Everyone wanted to see what kind of performance this "old monster" would have in the Tower of Babel.

however.

Just as everyone was imagining that Su Yu was an old man who was millions of years old.

Edge of Tongtianfeng Square.

The atmosphere was exceptionally relaxed, even carrying a hint of the pleasure of watching a show.

Ever since the Grand Elder uttered those words about being an "old monster," all the inner sect elders and disciples present deeply agreed with him.

Yes.

Five million drops of flawless source blood.

Such a terrifying foundation, defying common sense, can only be refined and impurities gradually removed over millions or even tens of millions of years.

There is absolutely no other possibility!

in the crowd.

Elder Li stroked his mustache and approached Zhao Wuji with a smile.

He looked at Zhao Wuji's old face, which was unpredictable and even somewhat aggrieved.

I thought Zhao Wuji was scared by the number "five million".

"Old Zhao."

Elder Li nudged Zhao Wuji with his elbow, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of teasing.

"With that mysterious expression on your face just now, I thought Su Yu was some kind of extraordinary genius."

"After all that, it turns out to be an old relic with half of its body buried in the yellow earth."

Elder Li curled his lip, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"There are plenty of people like that in the starry sky."

"Relying on their long lifespan, they dare not break through their realm, so they can only desperately build up their foundation in the lower realms, trying to find that elusive perfection."

"And the result?"

"Potential exhausted, vital energy depleted!"

"So what if he's amassed five million units of Origin Blood? If a real fight breaks out, how many sword strikes could his old bones withstand from Junior Brother Lin Yan?"

Elder Li found his words increasingly reasonable, and his smile grew even brighter.

He looked at Zhao Wuji.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, did you see him at the outer gate just now?"

"Tell me the truth."

Elder Li winked and made faces.

"Just how old is this old man?"

"Was it your best friend from millions of years ago?"

"Coming to our Primordial Divine Martial Sect pretending to be a beginner disciple, have they no shame?"

Faced with Elder Li's barrage of questions and teasing.

Zhao Wuji stood still.

silence.

His wrinkled old face was now flushed red.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

Old monster?

Qi and blood deficiency?

Couldn't withstand a few sword strikes from Lin Yan?

Zhao Wuji let out a hysterical, silent roar in his heart.

"Bullshit, you interstellar fart!!!"

"That's a damn eighteen-year-old!"

"But it was terrifyingly strong; one shot almost pierced through my collapsing black hole!"

"Lin Yan against him? Lin Yan's prized trump cards are nothing compared to his Domain Lord-level cultivation technique, amplified ten thousand times!"

Zhao Wuji felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger.

He desperately wanted to grab Elder Li by the collar and throw the truth right in that idiot's face.

but.

He can't say.

Or rather, he dared not say it, nor did he want to say it.

Only Zhao Wuji himself knew just how abnormal that eighteen-year-old boy really was.

But who would believe something like this without seeing it with their own eyes?

If he were to shout now, "Su Yu is only eighteen years old."

Elder Li would definitely laugh his head off on the spot and then treat him like a madman who had been scared out of his wits!