Lu Yin closed his eyes. The power of fantasy? He wasn't particularly interested in it, but what he had just seen and imagined had unexpectedly given him insight into the power he cultivated.
Had he been too narrow-minded about the power he cultivated?
It seemed he had never considered what that power was at its core.
He had only known to cultivate and grow stronger, constantly growing stronger. Even when he gained insight and developed new ways to use his power, those methods were still limited.
But he himself could break through those limitations, because he had experienced so much.
His sudden epiphany about fantasy had been like a key, opening a door for Lu Yin.
Behind it, he saw another version of himself—a self who could take a different path.
His battle with Saint Ji had shown him that fighting in Time Ancient City was different from fighting elsewhere. Even a powerful move could be a weakness. If one move would do, he should never use a second. The key was how to make one move unleash the power of ten.
When he had faced powerful enemies before, he had relied on various powers to counter all kinds of techniques, but every battle had been grueling. Analyzing his opponents' weaknesses and moves in one battle after another would become more of a liability the further he went.
By contrast, simpler moves were more effective.
He had fallen into a misconception. Making his cultivation more complex didn't mean he could ignore that complexity just because he had become stronger. Complex was still complex. Even if he cultivated each power to its utmost, it would still be complex.
The universe, however, had never been complicated, because every life had a unique understanding of it.
A fish's world was in the water.