The night is deep, primordial light arises; the profound realm of the Mahasattva is wondrously unpredictable.
Under the moonlight, Fang Changle strides forward, with the roar of tigers and the hum of dragons, his every step carries the wind, his eyes seemingly concealing starlight, his brows hiding divine mystery.
"Mahayana Realm... Senior Brother Fang has finally entered the Mahayana Realm."
Qi Ji and Jiang Hu exchanged a glance, both feeling a subtle pressure emanating from Fang Changle.
It must be known that many cultivators spend their entire lives unable to awaken their Primordial Spirit.
The High Skill Realm is almost top-notch, and if one could enter this realm before the age of thirty, they would be considered uniquely gifted and extraordinarily talented.
But the heirs of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains are different; they are recognized by the ancestral masters, born with great fortune, and naturally endowed with mysterious insight.
