"i... i have lived for nearly two centuries," he began, his voice raspy. "one hundred and fifty years ago, when i was but a young man, i traveled to the eastern continent. i was fortunate enough... to witness the clan leader of the soaring cloud sect, a true master... a legendary existence."
he took a shaky breath, his eyes wide with memory. "the legends say that a master of that realm can shatter a mountain with a single breath, that their sword can cleave an ocean in two. that day, i saw him casually wave his hand and erase a mountain that stood in his way. the pressure... the dao rhythm... the sheer, absolute power that bent the world to his will..."
he slowly turned his head, his ancient eyes locking onto su yubing, who still radiated a terrifying might.
"the pressure we just felt... the aura that nearly crushed our souls... it is the unmistakable might of that legendary realm. the realm of the nascent soul!"
