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

He desperately tried to make a sound, to say that it was impossible, to say that the formation was broken.

but.

He couldn't utter a single word!

His brain completely shut down the moment he saw the words "eighteen years old"!

Three million years old?

Five million years old?

Old monster?

Elder Li felt as if an invisible, enormous hand had descended from the sky and slapped him hard and solidly across the face!

His face, his pride, his common sense.

Squeezed to pieces!

"Thump."

Not far away, several inner sect deacons who had just been loudly echoing the "old monster's" remarks stood.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

They stared blankly at the light screen, their whole bodies trembling like leaves.

"Eighteen years old..."

"Five million and forty thousand drops of source blood..."

"Is...is this even human?!"

A deacon clutched his hair and let out a devastating wail.

"I cultivated for twenty thousand years to accumulate three hundred thousand drops of source blood!"

"He's eighteen! Five million?!"

"Did he start devouring the very essence of the universe while he was still in his mother's womb?!"

My Dao heart has collapsed!

This is a comprehensive, dimensional-reducing collapse of one's Dao heart!

At this time.

The most intense reaction came from Lin Yan in the center of the square.

"Snap!"

The hard white jade floor tile beneath Lin Yan's buttocks was instantly shattered into dust by his out-of-control aura!

He suddenly stood up.

He stared intently at the glaring "eighteen years old" on the screen.

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning!

"impossible……"

Lin Yan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

There wasn't a trace of blood in it!

His eyes, which were once full of confidence and arrogance, were now filled with nothing but endless horror and absurdity!

"This is impossible!!!"

Lin Yan roared hysterically in his heart.

His psychological defenses had just been built up.

He had just found an excuse to comfort himself.

In the face of the words "eighteen years old", it is like a ridiculous sand sculpture that is blown away by a gust of wind and vanishes into thin air!

"Eighteen years old..."

"He's only eighteen years old!!!"

Lin Yan felt his very soul trembling.

He is 20,000 years old and has 2 million source blood, and is hailed as the number one prodigy of the inner sect.

And the other party.

Eighteen years old! Five million and forty thousand drops of flawless source blood!

The difference between them is no longer a matter of talent.

This is a difference between species!

This is a dimensional crushing!

Within the sea of ​​consciousness.

Just moments ago, the ancient powerhouse Jin Zun was pointing out the flaws in the world and criticizing Su Yu.

now.

And then it went completely silent.

The illusory soul floated stiffly above the ring.

Jin Zun stared blankly at the light screen outside, his mouth agape.

"Ten...eighteen years old?"

This ancient being once roamed the starry sky and witnessed countless extraordinary geniuses.

At this moment, I feel like all my hundreds of thousands of years of experience have been wasted on feeding dogs!

"Is your Qi and blood depleted?"

"Slow to react?"

"Old bones?"

Recalling his confident comments just now, Jin Zun wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

At eighteen, the body is at its peak, when blood and energy are at their most vigorous, vitality is at its most abundant, and reactions are at their most acute!

"monster……"

Jin Zun muttered to himself, his voice filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Little Yanzi".

"This time... you may have really met your match."

"No, this is no match for them."

"This is an ancient, insurmountable sacred mountain!"

midair.

The elder continued stroking his beard.

but.

"Sizzle—"

A soft sound.

The elder's fingers suddenly stiffened, and he actually plucked a large tuft of beard from his chin by the roots!

Strands of golden blood oozed out.

But he seemed not to feel any pain.

The Grand Elder's once majestic face was now contorted in extreme grotesqueness.

In his eyes, there was extreme shock, astonishment, and... a trace of barely concealed panic!

"Eighteen years old?!"

The elder's voice trembled violently in mid-air.

"The Tower of Babel's formation... is malfunctioning?!"

This was the first thought that popped into his mind.

But he immediately and ruthlessly extinguished that thought.

The Tower of Babel is a World Lord-level magical artifact!

Even if the world were to end, the bone age it detects would be absolutely accurate!

"He really is only eighteen years old!"

The Grand Elder gasped.

He suddenly realized an extremely terrifying problem.

If this Su Yu is only eighteen years old.

That means he's not some old monster whose potential has been exhausted at all!

He is a rising sun, whose brilliance is enough to overshadow all the geniuses of the Primordial Divine Martial Sect!

"The Inner Sect Competition in three months..."

The elder glanced at Lin Yan, who was looking lost and dejected below.

An unprecedented sense of crisis gripped his heart instantly.

"With a monster like that around, how can Yan'er possibly get first place?!"

"A spot for the Primordial Origin..."

The elder's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

on the square.

The deathly silence continued.

Everyone was so shocked by this outrageous data that they were speechless.

But there was only one person.

At this moment, I feel more relaxed than ever before!

Zhao Wuji!

He stood in the crowd, watching the elders, deacons, and disciples around him, their expressions of utter despair and disillusionment.

Zhao Wuji exhaled a long, heavy breath.

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

"Serves you right for laughing at me earlier!"

"You all said I was making a fuss over nothing!"

Zhao Wuji laughed wildly in his heart, and even a tear of excitement welled up in the corner of his eye.

"Now you know how much pressure I was under in the outer sect just now, right?!"

"Now you understand the despair I felt, don't you?!"

Zhao Wuji turned his head and looked at Elder Li, who was completely petrified beside him.

He reached out and patted Elder Li's stiff shoulder in an unusually "kind" manner.

"Old Li."

Zhao Wuji's voice rang out softly, carrying a hint of devilish mockery.

"How old did you guess he was?"

"Three million years old?"

"Five million years old?"

Zhao Wuji leaned close to Elder Li's ear and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"How come you're only eighteen?"

Elder Li shuddered and almost burst into tears on the spot.

"Old Zhao...you...did you already know?"

Elder Li's voice trembled, filled with deep grievance.

"Do you know why you won't tell me?!"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and looked unfathomable.

"If I told you, would you believe me?"

"Some shocks can only be truly unforgettable if you see them with your own eyes."

at the same time.

Deep within Lin Yan's sea of ​​consciousness, the illusory soul body fluctuated violently.

"Xiao Yanzi, don't panic."

After a brief silence, Jin Zun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

A wise light gleamed in his deep eyes as he quickly analyzed the situation before him.

"You should do the math on this carefully."

Jin Zun's voice echoed in his mind, revealing an absolute certainty.

"He is eighteen years old, with 5.04 million drops of primordial blood."

"On average, this kid can increase his source blood by nearly eight hundred drops a day!"

"Is this even possible?!"

Jin Zun sneered, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance that suggested he knew everything.

"Normally speaking, top geniuses from major powers who can improve their source blood by a few dozen drops a year can be considered minor geniuses."

"You, Lin Yan, can improve by more than a hundred drops in a year; you're a true prodigy!"

"And what about Su Yu?"

"Eight hundred drops a day? That's completely illogical! It violates the fundamental logic of the conservation of energy in the universe!"

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment.

His previously unfocused gaze gradually regained some focus.

"Teacher, do you mean...?"

"Passing on the torch!"

Jin Zun uttered two words with unwavering resolve.

"This is absolutely an unparalleled lineage!"

"Moreover, it's definitely not an ordinary black hole-level or domain lord-level inheritance!"

Jin Zun's tone carried a hint of awe.

"At least the legacy of a Realm Lord, or even... the legacy of an Immortal powerhouse!"

immortal!

Upon hearing those two words, Lin Yan was visibly shaken.

Above the Domain Lord is the Realm Lord, and above the Realm Lord is the Immortal!

Such beings have completely transcended the river of time; they are truly supreme deities who live as long as the universe!

"You have no idea how terrifying an immortal powerhouse is."