November 12.
Once life settled down, time seemed to stretch out.
Before, a day or two had been enough to feel like he'd made leaps and bounds in progress.
Now, several days could pass, and he felt like a sponge that could never soak up enough. He'd learned plenty, but his improvement wasn't all that noticeable.
"Is this what they call a period of accumulation?"
"Building up before making a breakthrough."
As for his battle art style, he'd already created the first move.
The first move of almost every battle art style in the world was a method for tempering the body. Lu Cang was no exception, because that was the foundation.
Lu Cang's first move was: Law Body Origin Quench.
As he transformed his body with magic, he strengthened its structure and improved his compatibility with magic.
No one could learn this battle art unless they mastered the same Origin Magic as him.
It also required the battle intent of Myriad Transformations of Battle and Magic.
Of course, it could be simplified with some adjustments, but its effectiveness would be greatly reduced.
This was a battle art that only he was compatible with...
No wonder even after people learned a battle art, they could never use it as well as its creator.
A battle art was always tailored to its creator when it was first developed.
And its compatibility was even more absurdly specific than that of self-created magic.
As for the second move...
Lu Cang was still thinking about it.
His own battle art style had another advantage: he could change it whenever he wanted.
If he decided the second move wasn't right, he could always follow his original ideas and evolve it into a different battle art in the future.
But if someone else learned it, they