Bai Ziyang's display revealed no small degree of attainment. Though he had previously acted as if he were the greatest thing under heaven, he truly had some skill in his hands and was no mediocre second-generation wastrel.
His Fish-Dragon Transformation drew upon the nimbleness of fish and the divine bearing of dragons, and it also possessed a transformation. This transformation bore some resemblance to Xiang Yang's Heavenly Silkworm Nine Transformations: fish becoming dragons, a martial path of leaping transition and sublimation.
Thus, upon witnessing such a martial art, Xiang Yang's excitement was beyond words. It was like walking alone through desolate, unpeopled mountains, only to suddenly learn that someone before him had also traveled this road. Joy, delight, comfort—countless emotions surged within him.
In truth, one could already glimpse some clues to this martial art from the Twelve Men's Three Terraces Fish-Dragon Transformation. Bai Ziyang's father had turned part of the essence of his own martial path into an array formation. His cultivation was profound, and his attainments were far from shallow.
The only thing Xiang Yang found regrettable was that Bai Ziyang possessed only the fish's nimbleness, without the dragon's divine bearing, and was even farther from the essential transformation of this martial path.
This was understandable. The step of fish becoming dragon should have been the transformation from acquired to innate. The acquired was mortal, the innate was spiritual. The difference lay not merely in combat strength, but in foundation, reserves, and capacity. Fish and dragons were worlds apart by nature.
Had Bai Ziyang known the thoughts in Xiang Yang's heart, he would likely have been frightened into a mental breakdown. His father rarely acted, and his cultivation was unfathomable. Ordinary people could scarcely glimpse even one ten-thousandth of his martial path. Yet Xiang Yang had inferred so