The gap between realms was like a chasm carved by heaven itself.
No matter how outstanding Lunara was, no matter how terrifying her latent bloodline might be, the difference between an Ultimate Supreme and a Perfect Supreme was not something talent alone could erase.
What was more frightening was that her Black Phoenix bloodline had never been fully awakened.
Suppressed.
Bound.
Crippled at its root.
Her true combat power was missing far too much.
Valerius looked down at her coldly, his golden pupils reflecting her kneeling figure like a reflection in still water.
"In this training trial," he said indifferently, "if you still fail to step into the Ultimate Supreme, then don't blame me for being cruel."
His voice grew colder.
"You know what it feels like when your soul burns. It's… very uncomfortable."
Lunara clenched her teeth.
"Disciple… understands," she replied hoarsely.
