Ji Yuan, in the midst of a life-and-death struggle, immediately grasped the key point from the Artifact Spirit's words.
"Senior, how exactly is the level of this combat technique divided?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, worthy of being a Body Cultivator from a remote mountain area, not even knowing this."
Ji Yuan, while struggling hard to resist, casually replied:
"Senior, you're mistaken. Nowadays, the lineage of Body Cultivators is nearly extinct outside, on the majority of continents, Body Cultivators are scarce. It's the world of Magic Cultivators out there, so it's no wonder the junior is unaware."
"What?!"
The Artifact Spirit, unaware of outside matters, instinctively believed Ji Yuan's nonsense, and then seemed to talk to itself:
"Could it be that battle back then really cut off the path of Body Cultivators?"
... Cut off the path?!
"Senior, what are you saying?!"
Ji Yuan, having only half-understood, hurriedly asked.
