Arvantos's gaze swept across them. "You're all talented. Each of you stood at the peak of the Cosmic Ascension Conference, and each of you now carries a Primordial Bloodline. Some of you have already awakened bloodline abilities. Some have already stepped into the Divine Lord Realm. Some of you have inheritances, physiques, talents, and backgrounds ordinary cultivators could never dream of."
His eyes paused on Max for a brief moment before moving on.
"But talent alone isn't enough."
The hall grew even quieter.
Arvantos went on, "Given the current situation, normal growth in the Divine Realm won't be enough for any of you. If you cultivate naturally, even with your talent, most of you would need thousands of years, maybe longer, to reach the Holy King Realm or Divine Master Realm. Only after reaching those stages would you truly have the strength to influence the war between universes."
Orion frowned. "Thousands of years?"
