As the saying went, a gentleman's revenge could wait a hundred thousand years.
Eight hundred years ago, Qin Yang definitely would not have thought so. He might not even have lived that long.
The higher one stood, the more one's thinking slowly changed. For example, Qin Yang now somewhat understood why those ancient big shots measured every plan they made in tens of thousands of years, with some even using an entire era as their unit of time.
The current situation doomed the entire process to be drawn out for a very, very long time.
Qin Yang had also begun to consider matters on a broader timescale.
The Three Heavenly Emperors had expended tremendous effort and paid an unknown price to create those restrictions.
With merely two great worlds having arrived, Qin Yang could more or less deduce the answer.
Of the classic scriptures passed down in ancient times, or divine abilities and secret arts classified as forbidden to transmit lightly, at least eighty percent had completely vanished by now.
For something to be considered completely lost, at the very least no one in the present age could have cultivated it, nor could any scripture or precious manual remain.
Of those that had not been lost, at least half were in an awkward state.
Take the Purple Firmament Dao Scripture. At present, Qin Yang was the only person in the world who had cultivated it, and there had never been a scripture or precious manual for it to begin with.
Under normal circumstances, if he wished to leave behind its inheritance, he could only wait until he was strong enough, choose an inheritor, and pass down the method.
Only after he reached at least the realm of a Titled Dao Lord would he be able to write a scripture and