"How can that be?"
Grand Saint of Nine Spirits was so angry that he blew his beard and glared; why was this boy undermining his own father?
Yue Bai and White Tiger also looked at Uncle Orange in puzzlement, not understanding what he meant by that statement.
"You should have noticed it by now, right?"
Uncle Orange raised his eyes to look at the silent Chen Hua and asked.
"More or less..."
Chen Hua nodded slightly with composure, showing no signs of being affected by Uncle Orange's words.
He and Grand Saint of Nine Spirits already had almost figured out the origin of this cat, so they didn't have many doubts about what Uncle Orange said.
"The upper limit of this world is Great Perfection of the Ninth Realm. It is simply impossible for those born in this world to break through to the Tenth Realm!"
Uncle Orange's cold words sent a chill through everyone's heart.
"What does that mean? The upper limit is Great Perfection of the Ninth Realm, but isn't the Heavenly Dao the Tenth Realm?"
White Tiger was somewhat puzzled.
"The upper limit of a world will always be lower than the realm of that world's Heavenly Dao."
Uncle Orange casually drew a line in the Void.
"The Mystical Mechanism world has been around for long enough, and its upper limit shouldn't be so low in theory. But there's no helping it; when the Abyss Will was separated out, it took away part of its power. After that, the Heavenly Dao and the Abyss Will fought for three epochs, and the world was destroyed and revived three times, with each needing to be rebuilt from scratch."
Uncle Orange also looked helpless, thinking to himself that it really was a case of the conservation of luck.
Unexpectedly, a divine stone born not long ago received the Essence Blood of an unparalleled powerhouse, which enabled the Mystical Mechanism Divine Stone to break through to the Tenth Realm and become the Mystical Mechanism world.
But then, the impurities in the Essence Blood polluted the Heavenly Dao, forcing it to sever part of its power. The power then went out of control and grew into the Abyss Will, even attempting to devour the Mystical Mechanism world in return.
After battling through three epochs and expending countless forces, not only had the cultivation not improved much, but the situation had also become perilous.
It was tragic, and Uncle Orange himself wished he could carve the word "tragic" into his own thigh.
Such a sight would sadden the onlookers and bring tears to the ears of the hearers!
"Ah, this... that really is tough on you, but who made you eat things recklessly..."
Liang Yi looked at Uncle Orange with a face full of grievance and suddenly wondered if Uncle Orange was taking a bullet for his senior, Qinglian.
Otherwise, it would have been Qinglian who would be carving "tragic" on his thigh now.
Even more suddenly, Liang Yi pondered whether Uncle Orange's cultivation of the Law of Devouring in this life, having a stomach as tough as metal that could swallow anything, was a result of the lesson learned back then.
"So, Master, you're saying that to advance to the Tenth Realm, we must wait until the Heavenly Dao breaks through again, and only when the upper limit of the world is raised can cultivators ascend?"
Su Youyi knit her brows, considering the current situation, it seemed like an unsolvable problem.
"That's right."
Uncle Orange also had to admit that this matter was indeed extremely tricky.
Liang Yi rubbed his temples in distress; during such a serious time, that classic dialogue came to his mind.
"Heavenly Dao, hurry up and break through!"
"But the Abyss Will is dragging me down!"
"Then quickly vanquish the Abyss Will!"
"But I don't have enough strength!"
"If you're not strong enough, then go and break through quickly!"
"But the Abyss Will is pulling me back!"
...
Chen Hua also had a face full of helplessness; this had nothing to do with talent anymore, as he was now at a point where he could no longer advance.
Even if he could continue to grow stronger within the Ninth Realm, as long as the Heavenly Dao didn't break through, he would never reach the Tenth Realm.
As such, no matter how much power he accumulated within the Ninth Realm, without a qualitative change, he couldn't contend with the Tenth Realm's Abyss Will.
It was both fortunate and a price to pay for the Human Race to be born in such a rich and civilized world; it was an unavoidable situation.
Just as everyone was at a loss, Liang Yi suddenly thought of what Uncle Orange had just said.
"Those born in this world will be restricted, but what about me?"
Liang Yi paused, not sure if he really belonged to this world.
Ultimately, it brought him back to a question he had not been able to fully understand since he had crossed over: was it a soul transfer or a physical transmigration?
Liang Yi had not actively explored this issue because sometimes understanding some things isn't necessarily a good thing.
If you asked Liang Yi what was most important to him now, he could decisively reply: my junior sister!
Liang Yi did not want to, or rather, was afraid to consider the reason for the answer to that question, largely because of his junior sister.
But now, in order to clarify that limitation, he had to reconsider the answer to the question.