Flowers Planted with Care Refuse to Bloom; Willows Stuck in Thoughtlessly Cast Deep Roots

The tide surged and roared.

White Birds circled overhead, not daring to land for a long while.

The ferocious great serpent lay submerged and motionless.

The Sea Market Master's tentacles coiled around it as his peripheral vision swept across the deck.

Such a small person, yet he was friends with two Demon Kings.

"Master, what is a Heavenly Altar?"

Liang Qu asked respectfully.

"When a Martial Saint passes away, they leave behind a true spirit. Depending on its quality, once specially refined, it becomes a Heavenly Altar."

Liang Qu raised his brow, involuntarily thinking of Fubo, the living being formed from the Crimson Fire Bird's golden feather.

The remains of strongmen truly had great uses.

"A Heavenly Altar can help one gain insight?"

King of Yue nodded, two fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

"To touch the sensation of Heaven and Man, there are two ways. One is to consume rare treasures of heaven and earth, temporarily raising your comprehension. Yet even this cannot guarantee success. Sometimes, excessively high comprehension becomes an obstacle instead—you cannot grasp it, and may even suffer qi deviation. The second is to rely on the experience of those who came before, personally grasping it for yourself, using the false to cultivate the true."

Personally grasping it...

Erlang Slaying the Dragon?

Liang Qu pondered.

"Did you ever play arrow-throwing when you were little?"

"What fisherman's child had the leisure for such a troublesome game? I did play toss-the-sandbag, though."

"Suppose you were a naturally gifted, untrained master thrower who never missed a target. Could you teach someone else how to improve their aim through words alone?"

"Hard... Natural talent is just that. So-called accuracy mostly comes down to feel. It is too difficult to teach; a person needs to practice for themselves."

Halfway through his answer, a