Chen Fei looked at the prompt on the panel, and an involuntary smile appeared on his face.
Chen Fei immersed his mind in the cultivation technique. After a long while, he opened his eyes, a thoughtful look in them.
Being able to forcibly fuse and organize scattered fragments into a cultivable technique spoke volumes of the panel's capabilities.
But even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice. The jade slip contained only so much about the Nine Nether Purgatory Art, so the technique now organized from it was naturally pitifully scant.
Though he felt some regret, Chen Fei quickly cast the feeling aside.
Nothing in this world could possibly unfold entirely according to one's wishes. Sometimes, gaining anything at all was already quite rare.
At a cursory glance, many of the principles of this Nine Nether Purgatory Art did not truly align with Chen Fei. Even if he obtained the complete version, he would discard much of it when fusing it with other techniques.
What had left the deepest impression on Chen Fei from this Nine Nether Purgatory Art was naturally One-Armed Underworld King's Three Kowtows.
Because Dragon Subduing Elephant protected his Divine Soul, Chen Fei had ultimately withstood the One-Armed Underworld King's kowtow by sheer force.
As for the One-Armed Underworld King's second kowtow, Xing Xinyang's comprehension had been insufficient. Though he could forcibly unleash it by burning his Divine Soul, there was ultimately a flaw, allowing Chen Fei to shatter it directly.
Thus, Chen Fei had not actually received the One-Armed Underworld King's second kowtow head-on. Otherwise, even he could not say whether his Divine Soul would have been injured in the end.
The Underworld King kowtowed to Gods and Devils stronger than himself, kowtowed to heaven and earth—it had never kowtowed to martial artists.
But when