Gazing at the wisp of Gray Mist True Essence continuously winding around the tip of his index finger,
Ling Wuyuan could clearly tell that although it appeared no different from half a year ago on the surface, when compared in equal quantities, its actual strength far surpassed what it had been half a year ago. The gap between them had already grown immense.
And beyond that.
Over these past six months.
Through the information obtained from Shen Zhenhai's mind and his own unceasing research, Ling Wuyuan had successively reinforced and optimized the structure of the Gray Mist True Essence several times, greatly increasing both its practicality and adaptability.
The most obvious change was that Ling Wuyuan's Gray Mist True Essence had become significantly more corrosive and resistant against immortal power.
As for his growth in technique, that had been equally tremendous.
Without exaggeration, after this series of intensive improvements and studies,
Ling Wuyuan's combat techniques and power-manipulation skills were no weaker than Shen Zhenhai's from half a year ago. If anything, they were even somewhat stronger.
Of course.
Compared with a true Immortal King,
there was still nothing to compare.
The information in Shen Zhenhai's mind
had been incomplete from the start.
It was a highly convincing but incomplete knockoff deliberately produced by Ke Mingyu, a genuine Immortal King.
Even if Ling Wuyuan truly absorbed all that information completely and made it wholly his own, he could at most be said to have obtained a portion of an Immortal King's inheritance.
He was still vastly distant from that realm,
let alone now, when he had merely organized and absorbed the information once.
However.
Even so.
Over these short six months.
Ling Wuyuan's progress had undeniably been enormous.
By now, it would not be wrong to say that in this brief