"So-called power is like passing smoke; you think too simply."
Before the chubby Huang could finish, Ye Xuan gently interrupted, his eyes slightly deep, directly dismissing Huang's thoughts.
"Sir, you...?" Huang Fatty was visibly stunned, somewhat unable to understand the meaning in Ye Xuan's words.
"In the Chaotic Universe, the Twelve Primordial Meetings, so-called powers are like passing smoke. There are only eternal strong ones, no eternal Great Sects. If I can compare to the supreme, one person alone becomes a sect, able to destroy any power with the snap of a finger. The so-called Daoist Sects are merely jokes in the eyes of the supreme."
Ever since the battle with the ancient supreme, and realizing the existence of taboo characters, Ye Xuan's vision has long surpassed so-called powers. He deeply understands that no matter how strong a power, it is no more than paper in front of an ancient supreme.
