Xia Longyuan fell silent, looking at Zhao Changhe with a peculiar expression.0

There was a mix of pity in his gaze, as if he was wondering if Zhao Changhe had lost his mind.0

However, out of courtesy, he did not say it outright and simply remarked, “Do you know that the scope of Profound Control is vast?”0

“I don’t, but such conceptual matters don’t make much of a difference,” Zhao Changhe replied. “Perhaps the Profound Control Realm itself has many stages, or there are multiple realms beyond it—it’s just a conceptual distinction, and I don’t care. For instance, the one from the Maitreya Secret Realm might be at the first layer; the four ancient idols are certainly at a higher level, and the Night Emperor is above even them. What I can judge is that you are stronger than the manifestations of the Profound Control Realm gods and demons that I’ve seen, probably on the same level as the ancient four idols.”0

“More or less… No one in this world has even reached the Profound Control Realm, yet I’ve already moved on to the next realm,” Xia Longyuan said, his tone tinged with...2