"If you continue forcibly expanding the space within your bodies...
you may well face the danger of backlash."
Cheng Buzheng paused, his expression turning solemn.
"You all know how terrifying the backlash of spatial power can be.
Especially if it erupts within the body—without my true self present, the consequences of that backlash would be enough to kill you on the spot!"
"I have already made this point clear."
At this point, Cheng Buzheng's gaze swept over the younger generation, lingering for a moment longer on several of the younger children.
"However, some of them are still young and inevitably retain the impetuous nature of youth. You must keep a closer eye on them in ordinary times. Do not let them grow greedy for achievement and rush ahead recklessly."
Hearing this, Cheng Ping'an solemnly cupped his hands and said, "Rest assured, Father. Your son understands!
I will remain vigilant at all times and absolutely will not let them take the slightest risk."
"It's good that you understand." Cheng Buzheng nodded slightly, his expression easing somewhat.
At this point, his voice paused briefly before he continued, "By the way, although you have successfully cultivated this divine ability, it has ultimately never been tested in actual combat.
On the path of cultivation, one cannot become a great vessel by building a cart behind closed doors. Only through tempering in real combat can one truly grasp the essence of a divine ability."
With his hands behind his back, he paced about, his gaze cast beyond the courtyard wall. "I'll go out for a while later and find some suitable opponents for you.
However..."
Cheng Buzheng looked around the small courtyard and shook his head.
"This courtyard is too cramped; there isn't enough room to cut loose.
Besides, your mother is still in closed-door