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The Azure Bull could clearly sense the immense potential contained within that small figure in the sky, yet it only deepened the Azure Bull's confusion. Could it be that no cultivator had ever advanced beyond their level? There were plenty of prodigies capable of fighting above their rank, but to advance beyond one's level—whether as a cultivator or any other being—was something the Azure Bull had never witnessed, nor even heard of.
"Has he broken through?" the Senior Sister asked in disbelief.
Dong Yishi nodded. "Yes, it seems he has. That little figure must be Jin Qi, and he is indeed quite remarkable."
Even if it was Jin Qi, it was still terrifying. The surrounding Spiritual Energy had been completely devoured by that small figure just moments ago. Even the Spiritual Energy overflowing from the Void Gate had been absorbed without a trace of waste. What had been consumed was not just pure Spiritual Energy; all attributes of Spiritual Energy in the vicinity had been drained. What did that imply? The Azure Bull could hardly imagine.
How old was he?
The Spirit Cat looked up, trying to find Gu Ping's silhouette in the pitch-black night sky, but found nothing. The breakthrough had already concluded. When the Spirit Cat posed that question, it seemed everyone else, including Dong Yishi, overlooked its significance. In the Cultivation World, especially within the Demon Beast Clan, age was rarely discussed. However, it was well known that a cultivator's most rapid progress occurred during their youth. Once they entered middle age, any further breakthroughs would require a far greater price to pay; if their spirit waned, they might struggle for their entire lives.
Now Gu Ping...
Upon hearing the Spirit Cat's question, the Senior Sister paused for a moment and thought hard before hesitantly whispering, "Well... he should be around twenty years old."
Shock swept through the gathered beasts; there were no words to describe their complex feelings at that moment. Especially for the Spirit Cat, who had lived for over four decades and suddenly felt as though those years were meaningless compared to someone who had surpassed its cultivation in just twenty short years. Where could it hide its face among those beasts who had lived for so long?
Humans truly were favored by heaven, sighed the Azure Bull. The Senior Sister couldn't refute this; demon beasts often envied humans' cultivation talents while overlooking their initial weakness at birth. Humans frequently wished they could be like demon beasts, born with immense strength, yet often failed to recognize that demon beasts faced racial limitations and might never break through those boundaries in their lifetime. Who was superior or inferior remained unclear.
Even the Senior Sister herself only realized this issue now. Given Gu Ping's age relative to his two-year lifespan, he hadn't even reached middle age; he barely brushed against youth. To put it bluntly, based on Gu Ping's current age ratio, he was essentially a child—a baby needing parental care among demon beasts—yet this baby possessed unparalleled power capable of astonishing the entire World of Mortals.
How powerful would he be? The Senior Sister raised her head to gaze at the Broken Wall but saw nothing; before her lay an expanse of dark night sky. Only with Azure Bull's Divine Sense could she vaguely grasp the situation at hand.
He appeared.
Gu Ping felt his own body, that sense of being out of sync with the world for two years had returned. Originally, Gu Ping's body was entirely shaped by spiritual power, so he felt nothing, just like his own body. Although he could move, fight, eat, and sleep, he felt as if he were merely a vessel, with no connection to the outside world.
Now, having broken through, Gu Ping could feel that his soul and body had established a new connection. This connection was invisible and intangible, yet it was distinctly felt; the sensation that had been lost was now newly restored.
Taking a deep breath, the strong smell of blood flooded his brain. He had just been there, fighting against the Demon Spirit Army for an hour. From the moment night fell until the sun completely set and the moon rose halfway up the mountain, Gu Ping never imagined he would break through during battle.
He had already prepared himself for death, but it was that unwavering belief in his own demise and his determination not to retreat even a step that allowed Gu Ping to persist. Previously, having undergone soul transformation and a fundamental breakthrough, he could feel that his body’s Dao Foundation was no longer completely sealed off; he had established a strange connection with the world. From that moment on, Gu Ping truly possessed an inexhaustible source of spiritual power.
Striving to perceive the surrounding world, Gu Ping found that the sensations were not as beautiful as he might have hoped. The Demon Spirit Army clearly did not intend to give him much breathing room. From the start of the battle, Gu Ping faced a continuous barrage of attacks. Although each one was not fatal and he dodged most lethal strikes, they still left him severely injured.
He had already reached a near-death state; that was why the Azure Bull had cried out earlier. It thought Gu Ping was doomed to die; even getting up from the ground seemed like a miracle.
But in an instant, Gu Ping's breakthrough left all the Demon Spirits feeling incredulous. Bu Luo thought that even if Gu Ping had broken through, what could it change? A mere golden cultivator like him could hardly stand against their transformed beasts. Once again, the Demon Spirit Army launched an attack on Gu Ping; in their eyes, they could kill him once and then kill him again.
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