2086. Improving

"Don't blow up my landmass," Second Prince uttered. "Every formation here is part of a perfect mechanism capable of dealing with rank 9 threats. I had to touch a realm unattainable by mere cultivators to protect everyone during these years."

"Do you realize that I have created the very ground where you are standing?" Noah scoffed. "Also, your father has reached a realm that even I don't understand completely. You have a long way to go."

"What realm?" Second Prince asked.

"I won't tell you," Noah announced. "Don't get me wrong. I would give you the best explanations I'm capable of to help all of you. I simply think that learning about that realm would only distract you."

"You think that I can't achieve the same greatness, right?" Second Prince complained.

"I think that you should reach the ninth rank with what you are," Noah sighed. "Imitating someone would only turn you into an imitation."

"Not even a brief description?" Second Prince continued.