A great battle ensued. Even on Earth, where some Sages resided, a battle of this level was rare. Many powerful people were drawn out of their sects or residences to watch.
Although the Outer World obscured the view, those with enough power could see through it, and those without enough power could sense the rumbling inside of it.
The battle continued for an hour, before the Outer World slowly started to disperse.
When the darkness faded, a bloodied Mi could be seen holding a head in his hand.
He was so injured he was on the verge of passing out, but none dared attack him.
He, a peak True God, had just slain a peak Outer World realm cultivator.
It was beyond simply rare, it was something you would have to search the entire Universe to find again.
Mi was able to leave without anyone stopping or following him. In the following days, he recovered and broke through.
Usually, breaking into the Outer World realm would take many more years, but he had done it far, far faster than others. His talent in cultivation was incredible.
He spent many millions and billions of years wandering around Earth. Its size was now among the greatest planets in the Universe.
He occasionally fought, though his talent was not as suited for combat as it was for cultivation speed.
Eventually, he reached the peak of the Outer World realm, and prepared for his breakthrough to the Sage realm.
Any breakthrough to the Sage realm was an incident worthy of the entire Universe's attention, but Mi stayed relatively unknown throughout his cultivation journey.
When it was time to enter the Sage realm, he left the planet.
He journeyed far away, to a desolate space.
Only then did he sit down, cross his legs, and begin to cultivate.
In just a million years, clouds formed over his head.
A lightning bolt struck down, its power ripping space and causing Sages within the Universal Sector to look over.
Mi waved his hand, a thread cut through the bolt and dispersed the clouds.
He stood up. He had finally entered the Sage realm.
Sages appeared around him, greeting him.
Some simply expressed good intentions, as none wanted a Sage as an enemy.
Others invited him to join their sect.
He returned the greetings and denied the requests, leaving soon after.
He understood that the future path ahead of him would be extremely difficult, almost insurmountable.
Legend told of only one being ever going beyond the Sage realm, and he too had been cut down.
"Have I surpassed Master?" He asked himself.
"No. I thought I already told you of the true heights of cultivation." Zhou Fan said, appearing beside Mi.
Mi looked over with shock and surprise.
"I, well I started to get suspicious." Mi said.
Zhou Fan appearing next to him without him knowing was all of the proof he needed.
"Since you are about to step onto a nearly untreaded path, I've come to assist you." Zhou Fan said, not wasting any time.
He pointed out with a finger. The tip of his finger glowed blue, and he tapped Mi on the forehead.
Countless images flickered through Mi's mind, information was processed for years, before he finally awoke from his trance.
He felt as though he had received enlightenment.
He bowed to the space in front of him. "Thank you, Master."
He once again began his cultivation journey.
There had long ceased to be resources that could help him cultivate faster, so all he could rely on was himself and the enlightenment he had been given.
Zhou Fan watched all of this from his manor.
No matter how much time passed, it felt like nothing to him.
He looked fondly upon Mi.
Mi was the most talented cultivator to have ever been born, save for Zhou Fan himself.
Since cultivation aptitude was simply a way of saying, how compatible a being is with Zhou Fan's path, Mi was the most compatible in history.
Even his personality was somewhat similar to Zhou Fan's.
Years passed, quintillions, sextillions, septillions, octillions, nonillions.
Mi reached the peak of the Sage realm, but encountered a huge bottleneck.
Many had reached this very point, and had never broken through.
However, since Mi himself had been called the most talented cultivator of all time, how could he not surpass his predecessors?
Nonillions of years passed in seclusion.
One day, a storm covered a large portion of the Universe.
This storm drew the attention of all beings that could sense it.
It was the most powerful tribulation ever seen.
Even peak Sages rushed over to see it.
A powerful lightning bolt struck down, followed by three more, but a wall of threads blocked them with ease, dispersing the clouds and revealing Mi.
For the second time in history, a High Sage had appeared.
All those around him could feel his majestic presence, which even the space around him trembled from.
Even Path Creators took notice of this event.
For ages, they had seen cultivators as beneath them.
But now, a cultivator had taken a step closer to them.
Some disliked it, others were neutral, and some had anticipation.
Deep within a Mini-Universe, where angels resided, a group of three powerful individuals opened their eyes. They could sense a new realm of power entering the Main Universe.
At the head of the three was a woman. She looked above her and spoke.
"The Main Universe had welcomed a High Sage. Can we leave now, Father?"
A man appeared, wings unfurling behind his back.
He looked at the gateway connecting Universes and nodded. "Yes. Do not sully my name."
"Yes Father." All three said.
They immediately shot away, clearly excited.
Yoha sighed and left.
The three angles, his children, were at the equivalent of the High Sage realm on the path of divinity. He had given birth to them and taught them everything he knew, but they were still stuck at the High Sage realm.
He could only imagine it was because of their long restrained desire to explore the Main Universe freely.
"And your path can give birth to a High Sage naturally. How inferior I am, Master."