Inside the Quiet Room!
Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged upon the Cloud Bed, gazing intently at the method floating in the void—the one he had spent sixty years of painstaking effort to fully "translate"...
Yet there was not much joy in his deep eyes. Instead, an indescribably complicated look flickered through them.
At this moment!
Cheng Buzheng's gaze seemed to pierce through the words filling the room and see a far more distant future.
In the end, it became a faint sigh that echoed through the silent Secret Chamber, carrying boundless regret and a trace of unwillingness.
"Sadly, this method is ultimately an incomplete inheritance!"
"Otherwise, with this method, I could now begin drawing upon the laws of heaven and earth, tempering myself, and forging a supreme Law Treasure Body. Only then could I truly step into the Spirit Transformation realm and attain the station of a Venerable."
"A Spirit Transformation Mortal Cultivator who has yet to forge a Law Treasure Body possesses only the realm and part of its might. Compared to true Spirit Transformation Venerables whose foundations are complete and whose treasure bodies are flawless, they are ultimately...
Nothing more than an inferior imitation with only the outward form."
Shortly after.
The words floating throughout the air dissipated.
The air in the Quiet Room seemed to still retain the lingering resonance left behind by Dao Wen's dispersal!
As Cheng Buzheng's eyes opened and closed, he had completely suppressed the countless surging thoughts in his heart, returning to the profound stillness of an ancient well.
With a light sweep of his sleeve, an action that appeared casual yet carried an enigmatic rhythm—
The next moment, The light within the Quiet Room faintly twisted, and strange treasures suffused with halos of varying colors appeared out of thin air, silently hovering before