The Puppet Master Is Unreliable; I Miss Blue Skies and White Clouds

During the days when the portal had yet to be repaired and no enemies came, the Patrol Envoys recuperated, while Qin Yang was so bored he felt fur growing all over his body. Even his routine cultivation had recently been put on hold. The advancement of his realm no longer had much to do with the amount of power he possessed; all that needed improvement was its quality.

At present, his top priority in cultivation was comprehending the White Jade Divine Gate. This was purely a matter of spending time, with no shortcuts to take. Activating the Thinking Art could only shorten the time somewhat, and not by much at that.

Because if what he comprehended gained new extensions and insights, surpassing a certain boundary, it would in turn strengthen the White Jade Divine Gate as well. Simply put, it was like losing five hundred health, then recovering four hundred and eighty.

When he activated the Thinking Art, his thoughts accelerated too quickly, and his reactions became too fast as well. He could divide his mind among many tasks, receiving information from every direction in an instant and integrating it all just as quickly. This greatly increased the breadth of his insights.

Considering that prolonged use of the Thinking Art not only consumed his vitality and blood too intensely, but also forcibly lowered his intelligence, Qin Yang gave up on the idea of using cheats to comprehend the White Jade Divine Gate.

He would slowly grind through the time. After all, he had only just turned a hundred and was already at the Dao Palace realm. Back in the Great Wilderness, he would count as one of heaven's favored sons. He had plenty of time to settle himself and comprehend things at leisure. There was no rush.

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