Because of his lineage, Shen Zhihang knew quite a bit about the martial arts of the Heavenly Silkworm Lineage, yet he was somewhat hesitant.
"However, according to what I know, whether it is a divine art or a demonic art, for the Heavenly Silkworm Art to spin silk and form a cocoon, to undergo Self-Imprisonment Cocoon, one must first pass through the threshold of life and death, thereby awakening the body's latent potential.
"Only then, with the profound methods of the Heavenly Silkworm Aura, can one achieve Rebirth and Transformation and be born with extraordinary abilities.
"Young Master, Young Master does not seem to have undergone a trial of life and death. Or perhaps we simply do not know what kind of clash Young Master experienced. I fear the power of this evil weapon truly is no trifling matter."
A trial of life and death was surely something terrifying. Yet everyone atop the ritual platform cultivated formidable martial arts; their senses were keen and their eyesight astonishing. They could see clearly that Meng Zhao's aura had remained boundlessly powerful from beginning to end, without weakening in the slightest.
Even when the evil weapon underwent Dragon Transformation and spat a mouthful of supremely evil aura into Meng Zhao's body, accelerating the emergence of the lingering spiritual charm of his original body and making him appear half man, half evil, half buddha, half demon, to call it a threat to his life was still far too exaggerated.
Thus, Shen Zhihang found this most strange. Since ancient times, the martial arts of the Heavenly Silkworm Lineage had been wondrous precisely because they concerned life and death, transformation and ascension, expounded with a profundity akin to Daoist scriptures. Yet he had never heard that an ordinary clash could also serve as a means of