Ye Cangchuan floated above the sea, watching Jiang Ping An, whose body radiated Primordial Qi. The hand encased in flame armor trembled slightly.
At that moment, he had no words to describe his shock.
He knew something of the Primordial True Martial Scripture, a Martial Law he had even practiced before.
Years ago, he had overheard elders of his Lineage discussing a Divine Art kept in their storehouse. They said it surpassed every other Divine Art the Lineage possessed and came close to Lord God Level.
Stunned, he had wanted to learn it.
But the elders stopped him. They refused to let him study it, saying it was extraordinarily dangerous and difficult to practice. Across the world, scarcely anyone had succeeded.
Young and proud, he had been certain he could master it.
So he went to his imperial father and asked him to obtain the Divine Art.
His father saw that he would never give up without trying it himself. He agreed, gathered vast resources to support him, and even personally guarded him as he practiced.
Back then, Ye Cangchuan had been full of confidence. He was sure he could master this Divine Art that came so close to Lord God Level.
Yet he regretted it as soon as he began.
The pain of practicing it was terrifying. It shattered his mind, blew apart his body, and damaged his Origin.
Had his father not been there to protect him, he would have suffered grievous harm.
He wanted to quit, but his pride would not let him.
He gritted his teeth and endured for three years. He lost count of his injuries and even died several times.
Each time, his father used a Time Array to bring him back.
Through countless setbacks, he had barely managed to complete the first layer,