Lin Mu wasn't here to show off. He was here to understand.
And what he saw… made his eyes narrow slightly.
'This… this is no ordinary body cultivator.'
The way her essence flowed wasn't just powerful—it was refined. Battle-tested. Condensed over time. Like forged steel wrapped in silk.
And the depth of it—it reached deep into the marrow.
'Peak of the Immortal Realm… Her body cultivation has reached the equivalent of the Seventh Tribulation's final threshold,' Lin Mu concluded. 'That's incredibly rare. Even in the Silent Lotus Temple, there were barely two or three elders who stood at that level. And even fewer outside who walked the path of pure body cultivation to such an extent.'
The vital energy faded a few seconds later as Cattaleya let her aura retract smoothly back into her core.
"Whew," she said, cracking her neck. "Been a while since I stretched it out."
Meng Bai was still catching his breath. "That… that's the peak of the Immortal level?"
