Lin Xuan's actions were somewhat baffling. There was no other reason: the Heavenly Thunder Art was merely an ordinary cultivation method of the Thunder Sword Sect, a fourth-rate sect, and its power was limited. For him, who possessed the Nine Heavens Profound Art, it was of no use at all.
Yet Lin Xuan had other thoughts in mind.
The Thunder Sword Sect had indeed declined today, but since its predecessors had used a book mixed with the Mother of Profound Iron to record the Heavenly Thunder Art, there had to be a reason for it.
If it truly was trash, why use such precious material? They could have simply imprinted a copy into a Jade Slip.
Lin Xuan was determined to obtain the Mother of Profound Iron, and that would inevitably damage the Daoist book. So he first made a copy of the Heavenly Thunder Art to keep for slow study in the future.
After finishing all this, the sky was already very late. Lin Xuan put everything away, then went to bed. Quite a few things had happened today; he needed proper rest to recover his energy, so that tomorrow, at the Nascent Soul Formation Assembly, he could act according to the situation.
Early the next morning.
Lin Xuan had just gotten up when a Sound Transmission Talisman flew into the room. It was Azure Cloud Mountain inviting all the guests to proceed to the venue.
Cloud Sea was the largest plaza of Azure Cloud Mountain. At a glance, no end could be seen; it was incomparably vast. And just as its name suggested, clusters of white clouds drifted past beneath one's feet. Coming here felt just like arriving in the legendary Penglai Fairyland.
The Nascent Soul Formation Assembly would be held here!
Immortal mist hung thick in the