The Root Severing Art was merely the tip of the iceberg of what Wenren Sheng had learned during the long years spent in the illusion.
Putting himself in the other's shoes, one could imagine how much that Immortal had learned over his long life.
And this kind of accelerated illusion had its drawbacks.
After all, it only accelerated the mind's thinking. He had not truly gone through the complete process of practice; he had merely mastered the theoretical knowledge and related techniques. Their actual application would still depend on himself.
But the other party had fully lived through thousands, perhaps even several thousand, years.
The gap between people could become enormous simply because of differences in effort over three or four years.
Let alone the fact that the other party had several thousand more years than him for nothing? Wenren Sheng knew that his relationship with that Immortal was complicated, and sooner or later, they would inevitably clash. It would not necessarily be fatal, but it would determine many things.
So at this very moment, he seized every second to study.
But he was no longer a student, and whenever he tried to study diligently, someone always came to bother him.
"Old Wen, Old Wen, come out quickly! Someone's trying to cut off my roots!" Little Illusion shouted in his ear.
"Your roots are with me. Who could possibly cut them off?" Wenren Sheng turned a deaf ear and continued reading.
No one could stop him from studying. Studying made him happy. Studying made him strong.
"Ah, ah, I mean there's a bad old man bewitching my toys. Instead of playing properly, he's making them go learn some science."
"That's a good thing... no, that's not right." Wenren Sheng immediately came to his senses.
Turning the Miken People into idiots