True essence cultivation required sufficient strength of true essence within the body and sufficient accumulation in other aspects of cultivation. Even if one could not surge straight into the next realm, it should at least produce some slight change within the body. How could it be like cultivation had stopped entirely, without the slightest change?
What was more, Luo Bei cultivated an art for Body Attainment of Sainthood. With such an art, at the very least, his body should have undergone some slight change under the constant tempering of true essence. How could it possibly remain stagnant?
This was absolutely against all reason.
Yet after pondering for a while and carefully considering many other cultivation arts in the world, Ming Ruo still shook her head.
"Your Luofu cultivation arts truly are not something ordinary people can comprehend." After shaking her head, Ming Ruo, unable to make sense of the reason, comforted Luo Bei. "But you need not worry. You possess extraordinary fortune, and the pace of your cultivation may already be unmatched in a hundred years. There is no need to rush. Nor need you fear that this art has flaws like some others do. When you reach the eighth level, you will naturally understand."
Luo Bei nodded. He understood Ming Ruo's meaning very clearly. Some cultivation arts in the world developed problems in their later stages. The people who created them might have grasped certain insights and conceived certain principles, but they had not necessarily cultivated to the highest realm themselves. Thus, the final portions of some cultivation arts were even mere conjectures by their creators—principles and methods they believed feasible, but had not necessarily tested in practice. As a result, some people who cultivated such arts later discovered, upon reaching the end, that they could no longer continue