Cultivating the Eight Directions Primordial Chaos Art

Atop a lone peak in Yinlan Palace, Lin Langtian sat quietly in meditation.

Between his palms, a pitch-black scroll slowly unfurled, releasing wave after wave of black light.

Lin Langtian suddenly opened his eyes, which had been shut for a long time. He lowered his head to gaze at the black scroll in his hands, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.

This mysterious black scroll was naturally the Eight Directions Primordial Chaos Art he had taken from Han Lin.

Lin Langtian had studied it for two full days, yet he had made little progress during that time.

Such a situation was quite rare for Lin Langtian.

Lin Langtian's eyes flickered slightly. Then, his hands suddenly formed seals. As the hand seals shifted, vast spiritual energy swept forth and formed eight black spirit pillars in his palms.

Boom!

Lin Langtian struck out with one palm, and the eight black spirit pillars howled through the air, smashing heavily into a mountain peak.

In an instant, huge cracks split across the mountain peak.

Lin Langtian stared at those cracks, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This power... seemed far too weak.

With his usual strength, shattering a mountain would be no trouble. Yet after using this divine art, its power had instead decreased greatly.

This divine art was truly rather strange.

As he played with the black scroll in his hand, Lin Langtian knew that the Eight Directions Primordial Chaos Art's power was clearly not supposed to be this weak.

If so, then he must have been cultivating it in the wrong direction.

At that thought, a flash of inspiration struck Lin Langtian. He muttered, "Could it require powers of different attributes?"

In Lin Langtian's memories, the Great Thousand World did indeed contain some strange martial arts that could only be cultivated successfully by