Within the battle of consciousness.
After an unknown length of battle, the instinctive fighting brought about by Ximen Tongtian's inherited memories finally reached its limit.
Qin Shaofeng did not dare let his own subconscious go to battle.
Left with no choice, he regained control of his body.
Only then did he discover in shock that while Ximen Tongtian's inherited memories had controlled his body in battle and seemingly achieved tremendous results—
They had also worsened the injuries to his already heavily damaged consciousness body.
At this moment, it was like a torn sack.
Looking again at his true self across from him, although it had suffered even graver injuries than he had, it was still vigorous as a dragon and lively as a tiger.
Feeling the gap between them, Qin Shaofeng nearly burst into tears.
Yet he also understood clearly.
It was no longer possible to rely on Ximen Tongtian's consciousness to fight.
Unless he truly absorbed Ximen Tongtian's inherited memories.
The problem was that Ximen Tongtian had lived far too long, experienced far too much, and his cultivation was countless times greater than Qin Shaofeng's.
If he completely opened and absorbed Ximen Tongtian's memories—
He might very well turn into Ximen Tongtian's duplicate.
This was absolutely not something he could do.
"I've watched the battle for so long. I refuse to believe that if Ximen Tongtian's subconscious can do it, I can't!" Qin Shaofeng gritted his teeth fiercely.
Following the familiar method of battle.
Half-subconscious muscle memory, half-autonomous action.
After only a few moves, he finally grasped the essence of this style of fighting.
Especially the strange seal formed by the hand sign in his left hand—it seemed to have become part of his battle instincts.
Whenever he made a move, that strange mark appeared beneath his feet.
He