Dao Lord Taichu recalled what the Old Man had said when explaining that God-tier Secret Technique to him, while practicing according to the Old Man's instructions.
This God-tier Secret Technique was about controlling the demon race. Its general meaning was that once a cultivator mastered it, they could use the secret technique's power to make demon warriors obey their commands.
"One word spoken, a thousand submit..." Even now, though the Old Man had long since left, his voice still echoed in the army's ears.
"Master, I more or less practiced that God-tier Secret Technique according to your method, but why does it feel so difficult?"
At dinner, Dao Lord Taichu finally saw the Old Man, who had been nowhere to be found all day. Remembering the question he had wanted to ask that morning, he spoke up.
"Show me what you achieved in your cultivation today first."
The Old Man continued picking up food from the dishes before him. Upon hearing Dao Lord Taichu's words, his curiosity was piqued, and he spoke to Dao Lord Taichu.
After hearing the Old Man, Dao Lord Taichu set down his bowl and chopsticks, took several steps back, and began to demonstrate.
As the hand seals changed in Dao Lord Taichu's hands, a faint ripple emanated from his body. Yet this ripple was invisible; even the Old Man could only barely sense it.
Yet that barely perceptible invisible ripple stirred up a storm in the Old Man's heart. Even the food clamped between his chopsticks fell.
The Old Man had never imagined that in just one day, Dao Lord Taichu would reach such a level. In his memory, not even the creator of this cultivation technique could achieve such speed.
"You brat, and you still think your cultivation speed is slow? If those who