"Uncle Sword, what do you think?"
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi asked Sword Douluo Chen Xin, whom he had invited over.
"This book, and that Master, have both surpassed my limits. I am not qualified to judge them."
With a sigh, Chen Xin set down the book in his hand, deeply shaken within.
Even as a Titled Douluo, he had gained immense inspiration from reading this book. Yet he could not understand more than half of it, though it still seemed incredibly profound.
"I thought I was the only one feeling ashamed of my own inadequacy!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, standing nearby, let out a long breath and felt much better.
He had been the first to see the book Fengzhi had brought back, and he had felt exactly the same way. He simply was not qualified to judge such a monumental work.
He had heard before of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul published by that Master Yu Xiaogang, but he had not taken them seriously. To experts at their level, those things were not secrets in the first place.
But this Thousand Core Competencies of Martial Soul was entirely different. It had reached another level altogether, a supreme level beyond human imagination.
Not to mention them—even that Angel Douluo from Spirit Hall was likely unqualified to evaluate it.
"Even you see it that way?"
Ning Fengzhi's expression grew increasingly grave. He had invited Sword Douluo here to verify the truth and value of the theoretical conjectures in this great work. Now, it seemed they were probably real.
That meant the theoretical conjectures concerning Martial Soul Evolution within it were also highly likely to be true.
"The power of gods?"
Recalling one particular claim from that monumental work, Ning Fengzhi could not help but