"Was this Emperor's Spring really so difficult to refine? It had already been forty years since they entered the Nether Emperor's Immortal Mansion. In another twenty years, the Nether Emperor's inheritance would open." Zhao Santian looked at Xuan Gu and asked.
Xuan Gu tilted his skull slightly, his jawbone opening and closing. "No news is good news."
He looked toward Emperor's Spring, his tone carrying the indifference accumulated over countless years.
"What did you think the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Divine Abilities were? Low-grade cultivation jade slips in a market for anyone to browse through?" He paused, as if recalling something. "Throughout the vast Immortal Cultivation World, over endless ages, the divine abilities and secret arts that truly made a name for themselves could be counted on one hand—only a handful, such as Summon Wind and Rain and Scatter Beans into Soldiers."
"The rest had either been lost, existed only as conjecture in ancient records, or... simply could not be cultivated by anyone. How could refining Emperor's Spring be an easy matter? Every breath could mean pacing the edge of life and death.
"The current silence meant that, at the very least, his soul had not yet been torn apart by those violent laws. He had endured the most chaotic stage of infusion and was now struggling to digest it. That alone was a stroke of immense luck."
Zhao Santian fell silent.
He knew Xuan Gu was right. Divine abilities surpassed ordinary spells because they pointed directly to the source of laws. Their cultivation requirements were incomparably harsh, and a single misstep could lead to death and the dissipation of one's Dao.
But knowing that did nothing to lessen the anxiety of waiting. He fixed his gaze on the mist again, as though he could pierce through it and see what