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This wisdom had not come overnight. Rather, after Meng Zhao stepped into the Innate Realm, the knowledge and insights he had accumulated and nurtured in an extremely short span of time had erupted all at once.

Of course, Meng Zhao also possessed comprehension far beyond that of ordinary people. Had he not been a genius among geniuses, even with countless fortuitous encounters bestowed upon him in so short a time, he might not necessarily have gained so much.

The feeling was wonderfully strange. Countless wild and brilliant ideas formed in his mind—things he could never have conceived of before, yet now he understood them all as clearly as if they lay in the palm of his hand.

Moreover, unlike his previous half-understanding, Meng Zhao now seemed to have grasped every secret and crucial point within them. They fused with and enhanced the Martial Dao Secrets and wisdom he already understood, forming the rudiment of a martial art.

This was the state martial artists often called enlightenment. His condition had never been better; as for what he could comprehend from it, that depended entirely on the individual.

At the same time, because Meng Zhao had entered this state of enlightenment, an invisible profundity spread through the outside world. It rippled outward like flowing water, filling and layering the entire space, transforming the torrential rain into a fine drizzle that drifted softly down. It was as though heaven and earth themselves were cheering and congratulating Meng Zhao.

Hmm?

Wei Qi and Xue Ying, who had been fighting, both halted their moves and looked toward Meng Zhao in unspoken accord.

The valiant young man wore a faint smile, his demeanor serene as Zen Charm blossomed around him. From his eyes burst two beams of divine radiance several feet long, briefly illuminating the dark