Seeing that Shachen remained silent, Tianpeng asked again.

Shachen said plainly, "Tianpeng, don't mention this anymore. I will not leave the Flowing Sand River with you. If I wanted to leave, I would have left long ago."

Tian Peng refused to give up and said, "You didn't leave before because you weren't strong enough. But now you're unrivaled in strength, so why are you still staying here?"

Sha Chen said, "This is quite good. One more thing, I'm not invincible. As you said, there are saints above me. Even if there aren't saints, those sub-saints also have many methods and should not be underestimated."

Tian Peng was so angry that his nose almost twisted. He said, "Lao Sha, why are you so cautious? With your strength, even the Saints would give you some respect. Why would they think of fighting you? Not to mention the Sub-Saints, they need to give you face even more."

"You think too much!" Shachen shook his head.

He shook his head and said, "Why would a Saint give me face? And why would a Sub-Saint care about my face? My strength has reached the point where I can threaten them, so why would they still give me face?!"

Tianpeng was stunned for a moment, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

Shachen continued, "Not to mention that I'm not enough to threaten them, even if I wasn't, they would still try every possible way to deal with me in order to know the secrets of my Flowing Sand River."

"Believe me, you know this and understand it, and you should know why I won't leave this place."

Tianpeng was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "What you said does seem to make sense. However, I feel that if we keep hiding like this, we will never be able to make any further progress."

"Look at you. Your strength has already reached the peak of Quasi-Saint. If you want to go further, you have to strive for Sub-Saint or Saint. Do you think it's possible to stay here?"

Stephen nodded and said, "Indeed, it's impossible to become a saint while staying here. In other words, this life is over."

Sha Chen smiled and said, "Although I know that I need to go out and make great achievements to achieve sainthood, I don't know why I feel that my current cultivation has not reached its limit."

"If I continue to cultivate, I will definitely be able to make further progress. Don't worry about me. If my cultivation cannot make further progress, I will leave here."

Shachen is not a pedantic person. If he really cannot make progress, he has no choice but to regress by staying.

So at that time, he would have to think of a way to leave or become stronger.

Now he felt that his strength had not reached its limit and he could continue to practice, so he was not in a hurry to leave.

Tianpeng wanted to persuade him, but seeing that Shachen had made up his mind, he could only shake his head and sigh, and said no more.

Sha Chen smiled and said, "Tian Peng, I see that your strength has already reached the high level of Daluo. If you want to become the peak Daluo, you still need to work harder."

Tian Peng said, "I've worked hard enough. Do you think everyone is like you, that they can improve by practicing in seclusion, and that they can advance by practicing silently?"

He was also depressed because at his level, if he wanted to make progress, continuing to retreat would not be of much use.

His talent is good, but talent also requires resources and time, otherwise it will be difficult to break through.

It has only been a few years since Shachen went into seclusion, so he doesn't have the time to break through.

Shachen looked at Stephen again and said, "Why do I feel like you haven't made any progress? Why are you so mediocre?"

Stephen said angrily, "I'm mediocre? I've lived through the ages, from ancient times to the present, and experienced countless hardships. If I were mediocre, how could I have survived?"

"Do you think everyone is like you? Such a monster, so unreasonable. How could you cultivate to such a level in such a short time?!"

Shachen was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "When you say that, I don't know whether I should be angry or not."

He was clearly being blamed, but at the same time he was being praised, making him unsure whether he should be angry or not.

Shachen asked, "Then you can't have made no progress at all, right?"

Siti snorted, "I've lived for countless years, and I've already reached the pinnacle of my current realm. Without a great opportunity, it would be impossible to make further progress."

Although she is extremely talented and has great opportunities, when she reaches the quasi-saint realm, any one of these realms is enough for countless people to spend their entire lives practicing.

Even so, no one can break through so quickly.

Stina is the incarnation of a Bodhi tree. Although she is highly talented, her ceiling is fixed, and her current realm is already her ceiling.

Without a greater opportunity, it would be impossible to break through.

The talent of the Saint Zhunti is similar to hers. They are both likely to stagnate at their current level, but Zhunti is lucky. Before she reached the high level of Quasi-Saint, she had already gained the recognition of Heaven and became a Saint.

Before becoming saints, the six saints of the past had only reached the quasi-saint realm, and most of them had just entered the quasi-saint realm.

They were recognized by the Heavenly Dao, ascended in one step, crossed many small realms, and directly became saints.

Among them, the saint Laozi had already reached the high-level quasi-saint before his breakthrough, and was the highest level among all the saints.

Therefore.

When he broke through and reached the Saint realm, he was the strongest Saint.

Among them, Nuwa had only reached the initial stage of quasi-saint realm when she broke through. She had the lowest cultivation level, so she was the weakest among the saints.

Everyone has his own destiny and his own ceiling.

The ceiling before the dust storm was always very low. It was only by having various adventures and constantly changing your destiny that you were able to raise your ceiling.

In the past, the ceiling of Tianpeng was only the Daluo Jinxian, and it was not necessarily possible to reach the realm of high-level Daluo Jinxian.

But after encountering sandstorms, eating all kinds of good things, and gaining various benefits, his cultivation level broke through, leading to his current realm.

And his ceiling is naturally constantly rising.

But even so, his future may not necessarily reach the level of Stephen, and it will be very difficult for him to even reach the level of the Garuda.

Shachen sighed and said, "So it's because you don't have the talent. I really can't blame you for this."

Si Ti laughed angrily, pointing at Shachen for a long time, wanting to curse, but he couldn't say anything.

I'm really at a loss for words.

no way.

No one dared to claim to be talented in front of Shachen, and anyone who was told by Shachen that they had no talent seemed unable to refute it.

What's more, she has really reached the end, and this state is difficult to change.

Shachen asked, "Then why are you looking for the Xiantian Xirang?"

Si Ti said, "Practice is like rowing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. I am not seeking to make progress now, but to avoid retreating."

And at this time.

A calm voice came from outside, "I was wondering why Jiang Long fell here. It turns out it was because he discovered the ancestor of Buddhism."

"Haha, you want to make progress, and I want to make progress too. We have the same aspirations, Siti. Since we both have the same aspirations, why don't we advance and retreat together?"