[This is a ranking of combat power you assigned to the prodigies who have swept across the battlefields of the Hundred Races over the past month. It's divided into nine tiers, from one to nine. This is a personal, purely subjective ranking and not rigorous at all.]
The weakest race's Celestial Perfection is in the first tier; the human race's Celestial Perfection, without a Holy Body but possessing an ordinary Dharma Body, is in the third tier.
The strongest Moon-Eating Wolf Demon you killed was a Level 8, capable of taking on dozens of Level 3 opponents.
[You yourself are at level fifteen, already exceeding the limit of level nine!]
"Then why don't you just say there are fifteen gears? Don't just make it up."
[In 3000 years, you swept away all the treasures in the inner ring area, and used the Momentary Future Body to avoid many traps, killing no fewer than a thousand geniuses from various races who were capable of passing the Heavenly Ladder.]
[You think some smaller tribes... might have been wiped out by you!]
[Among the hundred races of the Azure Domain, the top thirty races all have supreme beings to varying degrees, while the bottom seventy races at least have overlords.]
[But in reality, the Azure Domain has more than a hundred races; it's just that some of the smaller races are only at the second realm at their strongest, and they really don't deserve to be recorded.]
[You only killed one toad-skinned monster. That guy couldn't possibly be a human subspecies; he could only be from another minor race outside the Hundred Races. With the strength of a late-stage Celestial Being, he was definitely a pillar of his race.]
[But it vanished in the palm of your hand with a single croak, because it shouted, "If all of us celestials here attack together, this human Yun Shou might not be able to kill us all before his spiritual energy runs out!"]
After clearing the inner ring, you proceeded to the camp in the "Central Ring" area.
Back then, the eighth brother was only at the Innate or early-stage Celestial level; the late-stage Innate level cultivators in the camp, who were essentially just taking it easy, were far stronger than he could have imagined!
[But now, as you leisurely fly towards a camp, your aura undisguised, dozens of celestial beings have already received the news and come out to pay their respects to you.]
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