In the blink of an eye, half a year flew by.
It had to be said, cultivating Dharma Seals related to the [Path of Secrecy] really was rather time-consuming and labor-intensive, far inferior to the [Path of Body], which could be settled in a single day.
There were not just many Dharma Seals represented by Buddhist terms—there were an extraordinary number of them, over a thousand in all.
Back in the Wang Family Branch of Shangyang City, He Zhao had not even brushed the surface. Instead, three hundred years later, he had suddenly obtained the cultivation methods for more than a thousand basic Dharma Seals. Fate truly was marvelous, impossible to fathom.
Of course, while there were many of them, they were not all worth cultivating. Taking basic Dharma Seals related to healing as an example, once everything was counted together, there were a full thirty-nine types, and the injuries each Dharma Seal could treat were not the same.
Some focused on severed limbs and broken bodies, some were specifically responsible for stopping bleeding, and there were even some that treated male dysfunction. In short, there were many categories. But in terms of practicality, none of them could compare to the Impermanence Dharma Seal.
If one selected carefully, then added conditions like applicability and cultivation difficulty not being too great, among the more than one thousand basic Dharma Seals, at most only a little over twenty met the criteria.
As for the rest, either their effects overlapped heavily, or they were not only difficult to cultivate, but their effects were also inferior to some Dharma Seals that were simpler to cultivate and more practical.
As it happened, Ruthless He Zhao was also a picky person. Of the twenty-five Dharma Seals he had screened out from the thousand basic Dharma Seals,