Time slipped by, the years flying like a shuttle through a loom. In the blink of an eye, Shen Fan had spent a thousand years at the Heavenly Origin Gate.
Over those thousand years, he had nearly exhausted the Heavenly Origin Gate's stockpiled resources, trading for dozens of Nirvana Grand Arts.
These grand arts came in every variety. Some favored ferocious attacks, some focused on tightly woven defenses, and others emphasized unpredictable movement techniques. Their myriad forms were as vast as a sea of mist.
But Shen Fan had no intention of swallowing them whole without digesting them. He knew that biting off too much meant chewing none of it properly, so he began carefully selecting their essence and discarding their dross.
He sat deep within a quiet chamber, his eyes half closed. His spiritual sense spread in fine threads as he laid out the dozens of grand arts from Fa Yuan's memories in his mind, studying and comparing them one by one.
This Heaven-Burning Seal is certainly powerful, but it consumes far too much divine power. It isn't worth the cost.
This Soul-Suppressing Art is a divine soul defense technique, but it also contains methods for modifying the divine soul. Those might prove useful if I extract them.
And this Mystic Water Body suits my goal rather well. It has some disguising effects.
As he sifted through them, he used his own primordial nirvana body as a furnace, smelting and blending each piece of essence he selected.
This was an immense undertaking that drained his mind and spirit-he had to extract the "disguise" core from dozens of grand arts, then weave them into an entirely new grand art belonging to him alone. The slightest mistake could injure his divine soul.
Shen Fan sat cross-legged and lightly tapped a fingertip