"Thirteen years...?"
As these words fell, outside the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.
Countless loose cultivators couldn't help but gasp, their eyes showing a shock as if they had seen a ghost.
"Thirteen short years of cultivation, reaching the True Self Sixth Layer?!"
"My heavens! A thirteen-year-old at the True Self Sixth Layer, this must be unprecedented throughout history, right?"
"How is this possible?! How was this achieved?"
Countless loose cultivators were shocked to the point of losing their voices.
A thirteen-year-old at the True Self Sixth Layer.
It was all too unbelievable.
Completely unimaginable, incomprehensible, beyond the bounds of cognition!
On the other side.
"Weak, weak, weak, too weak!"
Chen Zhixing stepped forward, casually throwing a punch or slashing out with a sword, and Meng Changyuan, with his gray hair, was struck, his physical body cracking, constantly retreating.
"You... scoundrel!!"
Meng Changyuan's teeth ground together, his face ashen.
