A great river's waves stretched wide. After ascending, Wang Xian once again learned from Wuyue what distinguished chopsticks from a stream, and a stream from a great river.
In his view, Wang Qiang's meridians ought to have been as thin as a chopstick.
Only then could it explain how he had reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core at such a young age.
As for Wang Xian, whose meridians were supposedly like a Spirit Spring, he had not even had his meridians reconnected.
Or perhaps Wuyue believed that after Wang Xian's meridians became like a great river, they needed an uncountable amount of the world's spiritual energy to fill them.
In her eyes, that cave in Hundred Flowers Valley was a blessed land of geomantic omen.
It had this peerless divine art, as well as that pool of divine spring water.
Unfortunately, after losing her physical body, Wuyue had only learned the Asura Heaven-Devouring Art, then relied on the aura of that divine spring to prolong her life.
If she had not wanted to borrow his hand to rebuild her physical body one day,
then until the day she died, Wuyun would never have allowed herself to drink from that divine spring.
Wuyue had also said that after Wang Xian drank the Spirit Spring, it would mark the beginning of defying and altering the heavens.
Yet she did not know that the Wang Xian before her did not need any Spirit Spring or divine medicine at all. Even the so-called water of the Forgetting River was merely a scheme Old Zhang had concocted to deceive Wang Fa when things went wrong.
Even his master did not know that his precious disciple might suddenly comprehend the principles of the laws of heaven and earth one day.
After all, even at Old