Zhou Xuan stared at the blank stretch of the golden slips, his fingers lingering for a long time.
"Ascension."
That single word sat there.
Nothing followed it.
It had not been scraped away, nor had it been damaged in the great war. The law patterns on the golden slips simply ended here, cleanly and completely.
It was as though whoever had inscribed this cultivation art back then had suddenly stopped writing at this point, never setting down another word.
The Supreme One Token still trembled softly in his palm.
Its light was faint. It flickered against the blank section of the golden slips, then veered toward the outside of the hall.
Zhou Xuan did not move right away.
This place was too quiet.
So quiet that he could hear the faint whisper of Taiyi Divine Power flowing through his meridians.
The Token Master Mark had stopped climbing, but the earlier tearing sensation had not entirely vanished.
The Supreme One Token had indeed become much more docile after entering this place, but it was not asleep. It was waiting.
Waiting for him to keep moving forward.
"You certainly know how to hurry someone along."
Zhou Xuan looked down at the Command Token and let out a soft breath.
"You give me half a cultivation art and point out half a path. Has the Supreme One Immortal Court always been this stingy?"
The Command Token trembled once.
As though answering him.
Zhou Xuan laughed despite his irritation.
"Still not convinced?"
He turned the golden slips back to the beginning, then scanned from the Qi Refining section all the way to the sections beyond Spirit Transformation.
The text was complete.
Its progression was clear, too.
He had previously cultivated using an incomplete volume, forcing his way through many bottlenecks.
Now, reading the complete