The Brand New World

After a moment, Whale Slaughter Lord sent Ye Kang off, looking somewhat disheveled.

The kid had clearly asked him for guidance, but then he'd squatted down and meditated for less than ten breaths before instantly comprehending another thirty layers of fist intent.

Then, after consolidating his gains for a while, he brushed off his backside and left.

Whale Slaughter Lord nearly lost it. Was Tyrant Whale Divine Fist really that easy to learn?

Of course, he had no idea that Ye Kang had emptied his Remaining Comprehension to zero for those thirty layers of fist intent.

Fortunately, the results were gratifying. Tyrant Whale Fist Intent had reached one hundred fifty layers, and its power had doubled outright.

Of course, Whale Slaughter Lord had still given him some pointers.

Only after the fist intent was stacked to one hundred fifty layers could Tyrant Whale Divine Fist be considered truly mastered, meeting the minimum standard.

Breaking through to even more layers of fist intent after that would be extremely difficult.

In theory, however, when the fist intent was stacked to two hundred, eight hundred, or one thousand layers, its power would grow exponentially each time, revealing its true, terrifying nature.

But that was not something to worry about right now. Ye Kang walked out of the Scripture Depository and returned to the water tower.

Ke Yuanzhou stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the tower's crooked peak.

"Are you ready?"

At his words, Ye Kang nodded.

Ke Yuanzhou smiled. "Then I won't say much. Remember, never let anyone know that you're connected to the Luofu Sacred Sect. It'll get you killed."

"I understand."

"Good. After you leave, I'll fall into a deep sleep for a while. I won't be able to answer many of your questions. Whale Slaughter