Words had been spoken, the Dao had been discussed; it was all in the past.
A person still had to look toward the future.
What should he do next?
Xu Yang fell into thought.
Continue Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly?
That was certain, but not now.
The erosion of eight hundred years was simply too heavy. Even with a rare treasure like He Shi Bi, completely cleansing his mind and restoring his vitality would take time.
Before that, Xu Yang had no plans to dream of butterflies again.
Besides, the accumulations of eight hundred years, along with his comprehension of the War God's Catalogue over the final dozen or so years, also needed time to be digested and mastered. He could not simply keep accumulating without putting it to use.
So his next step should focus on development in the real world.
Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly was wonderful, but it was ultimately nothing more than a dream. His real body was the true foundation.
If his real body could not even be sure of surviving from morning to night, then no matter how many butterfly dreams he had or how great his achievements became, they would be meaningless.
He had to strengthen his real body's strength, increase its lifespan, and acquire all kinds of methods for aiding and protecting the Dao.
All of that could be achieved by cultivating the Martial Scripture.
He had lived for more than eight hundred years in the Great Tang World, while nearly three years had passed in the real world.
During those three years, whenever he slept, Xu Yang had constantly cultivated the Martial Scripture, whether deliberately or unconsciously, actively or passively.
Thus, his cultivation had now reached the True Qi Realm and was already complete. He would soon transform it into True Gang.
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