This segment of the cultivation art had no name, not even a single written record. It depicted a black python: stretching out its head to bite, coiling up in repose, winding forward, suddenly drawing back, or rearing upright.
Beneath the black python's images stood a black human figure mimicking its movements. Like the python, the black figure seemed to possess something more. When Lu Xiaotian focused and examined it closely, he suddenly discovered that a method for circulating spiritual power was actually running within the humanoid shadow's body.
Though not a single word was recorded, the black python and black human figure carried an ancient, savage aura that seemed to rush straight at him. Lu Xiaotian knew that in the most distant barbaric ages, older than the human race were those demonic beasts that had already passed down through countless generations. Humans initially did not know how to cultivate and possessed no cultivation arts, but the clever humans began imitating the attack methods of demonic beasts, thus giving rise to the earliest cultivation arts. After the sacrifices of countless people, the innumerable cultivation manuals of different schools and types eventually took shape. They had forged the human race's present splendor, which had endured to this day.
This nameless cultivation art somewhat resembled those from the ancient barbaric era. Yet its aura was undeniably somewhat sinister. Moreover, this cultivation art seemed incomplete. Could the several black scales on his person be the latter half of the cultivation art? Such a guess flashed through Lu Xiaotian's mind.
Never mind. He would cultivate it first and worry about the rest later. At worst, once he overcame the crisis before him, he could simply stop cultivating it in the future.
Having made his decision, Lu Xiaotian began mimicking the black figure's movements while circulating