They arrived before three giant trees in the deepest part of the palace.
Standing beneath the trees, which towered like mountains, Jiang Ping An felt as small as a speck of dust.
Their trunks were so thick they seemed to hold up heaven and earth. When he looked up, their crowns vanished into the chaotic mist above the palace, with no end in sight.
Divine Runes flowed across the trees' surfaces like living rivers of stars. Every line held endlessly intricate and mysterious Rule Power.
Simply standing there, he felt a vast pressure from the ancient past.
Jiang Ping An first looked at the tree before Jun Changge—the one in the middle.
He carefully examined the relatively simple Divine Runes near the base of its trunk, using his understanding of rules and the aid of the World Eye to analyze them.
Judging by the fluctuations of rules revealed by those runes, this appeared to be an exceptionally profound spatial combat art.
Spatial rules had always reigned supreme among rules, and spatial Divine Arts focused on combat were the best of the best.
Once he mastered this kind of Divine Art, he would be able to advance or retreat at will, uniting offense and defense. His combat strength would reach an unimaginable level.
But the Law of Space was also one of the hardest rules to comprehend. Mastering its first three levels within a century would be immensely difficult.
"This Divine Art is powerful, but it doesn't quite match the path of rules I specialize in."
Jiang Ping An weighed it calmly in his mind. "If I force myself to study it, I'll get half the results for twice the effort. I'm afraid I won't reach the goal within a century. I can keep it as a backup and reconsider it