"It truly was exquisitely profound..."
Within the chaotic space, Wei Fan quickly sensed the mysteries of the Hunyuan Skill. Even at his current realm, after his Primordial Spirit had completed its sixth transformation and he had spent a million years of cultivation power, he still had not fully grasped the mysteries of the Hunyuan Skill.
A cultivation method hailed as the number one divine skill beneath heaven was certainly no empty boast. Yet this kind of method also had its shortcomings: the threshold for entry was far too high. An ordinary prodigy whose talent only reached the Martial Emperor realm could spend thousands or even tens of thousands of years without even crossing its threshold.
At the very least, one needed the potential of a Martial Emperor before daring to attempt the number one cultivation method beneath heaven.
But Wei Fan was different. Ordinary prodigies did not have the time to squander; spending thousands or tens of thousands of years comprehending the Hunyuan Skill was simply not worth it. After all, even if they barely entered the Hunyuan Skill, they would still need to comprehend other cultivation methods afterward. With the one or two ten-thousand-year lifespan of a Martial Emperor, they could not afford such a drain on their time.
But he had the panel. So long as he could enter the door, he could pile up vast amounts of cultivation power.
Spending a million years of cultivation power without entering a single cultivation method was something he had never encountered before. Yet Wei Fan was not discouraged. Instead, he was thrilled. The more time it took, the stronger the Hunyuan Skill proved to be.
"Did Great Emperor Hunyuan truly die?"
Doubt arose in his heart. Could the person who created such a peerless martial art as the Hunyuan Skill