Chapter 1301: A Sea Of Ultimate Techniques
Wu Yuan reflected on his progress. The trial of the first realm was far less challenging than I thought. I completed it with surprising ease.
According to the inscription on the first jade tablet, he would face trials in three realms. Only by conquering all three could one claim the Xuanhuang Dao Treasure. As expected, each subsequent realm would present increasingly tougher challenges.
High Saint Hai Ling mentioned that the trials are individually tailored to our unique characteristics. Wu Yuan considered. Yet the overall difficulty of each participant’s trial should remain comparable. After all, regardless of our individual strengths, we remain True Saints at our core.
Being True Saints meant the trials shouldn’t exceed a certain level of difficulty. Wu Yuan had confidence that his ether body's combat power, if not the strongest among True Saints throughout history, certainly approached that level.
So while the second and third trials might be far more challenging, the first trial wouldn’t be able to stop him.
Wu Yuan turned back, his gaze sweeping over the tens of thousands of jade tablets lining both sides of the mountain path. Once I enter the second realm, will I be able to return here?
Each tablet represented an ultimate technique at the True Saint level.
Over these recent months, Wu Yuan had merely scratched the surface of these ultimate techniques. He'd sparred briefly with each ultimate technique spirit in the consciousness realm before moving on, without truly immersing himself in cultivating them.
Though I've grasped the profundities of these techniques, studying them independently cannot compare to battling their spirits. Meditating on them would yield perhaps a tenth of the benefit and demand far more time.
He stood at a crossroads. Should he advance immediately to the second realm? Or remain here to master these techniques thoroughly first?
Amidst his indecision, a formless ripple washed across the mountain path. Countless motes of light swirled and coalesced into the ethereal figure of a white-robed woman.
"High Saint Hai Ling." Wu Yuan bowed with respect.