"Actually, the Great Emperor is on the ninth level of the human ancestral tomb," Chen Yu said, extending his hand and pointing downward.
"...You know this information, and you think I wouldn't?" the infant girl said with a frown, "but I can't defeat him."
"But haven't you ascended to A-level in these thousands of years?"
"And haven't you also made no progress in your strength over these decades?"
Chen Yu: "..."
Infant girl: "The limit for any creature is actually B+. A-level requires the infusion of the will of civilization."
"Will of civilization infusion?" Chen Yu was startled, "What does that mean?"
It was the first time he had heard such a term.
"How do I explain this to you," the infant girl frowned, struggling to find the right words, "Hmm... do you know how many A-level supremes there are in your timeline?"
"About four or five," Chen Yu recalled.