There was little use in guessing how powerful he had once been.
Simon didn't even know the cultivation realms beyond that of the gods, and his knowledge of that was not even in depth. Trying to place the man from the memory somewhere among them would give him nothing to work with.
He knew that he had been powerful. So powerful that an army which seemed to include all of existence had gathered before him.
And somehow, that life had ended.
The thought still bothered him, but he had already asked himself enough questions without finding an answer. Whatever had happened was beyond his present understanding, or buried among memories he couldn't safely reach yet.
There was something encouraging about the discovery, though.
He had always believed he could reach the greatest heights. Even as a weak demon, he hadn't accepted that the limits of his race would decide how far he could go.
Now he had seen himself standing at a height he couldn't measure.
