Ryu looked at Old Wan indifferently. A Hegemonic Dao was never his limit, it was just an artificial cap placed on him by those higher Heaven Clans.
It had to be remembered that in Sacrum, forming a Dao before the Sky God Realm was practically unheard of, so much so that it wasn't even one of their pillars of cultivation. A Dao had just been a vague idea in Ryu's mind, one that he only barely decided to act upon after a few days of tinkering in the Armament Guild. Not long after that, he perfected in the middle of battle. He hadn't even known what level his Dao was at if he hadn't met those two disciples of the Hidden Blade Sect.
If those of the True Martial World knew how Ryu had formed his Dao, their level of shock currently would be countless times higher.