Lu Yin frowned. Karma, time, life, consciousness, fortune, death—he was constantly studying all kinds of powers, and he also had divine power and more. Was this really the right thing to do? He was trying to accomplish what even the Masters couldn't.
At that moment, the anxiety he felt over making cultivation too complicated surfaced again.
The last time it had happened, Mr. Mu had talked him through it, telling him that all he needed to do was cultivate every power to its peak.
But this time, he couldn't see the way forward.
The Masters hadn't managed it. Could he? The more he thought about it, the darker his expression grew. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and let out a sharp breath.
Looking down, he saw that sweat had soaked his clothes.
His gaze trembled. He raised his hands and stared at them. Was this what the Great Palace Lord had felt?
The Great Palace Lord had hated Lu Yin for telling it about Master-level knowledge, which had made it doubt its cultivation. That knowledge challenged the path it had steadfastly followed and understood over countless years.
He had just experienced the same thing himself.
The more Master-level knowledge one acquired, the more one would doubt one's own ideas.
It was a kind of cultivation deviation brought on by one's understanding.
Lu Yin gave a wry smile and let out a deep breath. He still couldn't rush.
He would take it slowly. How long had the Masters lived? How long had he lived? Just because they couldn't do it, why did that mean he couldn't?
Compared to the Masters at the same stage, he should be stronger.
The Masters had never imagined that a creature with two laws could withstand their attacks head-on. That was something they couldn't do.
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