Primal Spirit Swordplay was easy to cultivate, yet also difficult—so difficult that it was harder than climbing to the heavens.
From beginning to end, Lu Wu-bing had cultivated First Meridian: Devouring Heaven. What he had overcome was, in truth, the desire to eat among his own cravings, corresponding to the craving of mouth and tongue among the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind.
In ancient times, if one wanted to devour something, one naturally had to hunt it down.
Everything beneath heaven could be eaten.
Thus, within this Yuanling Swordplay Manual of unknown origin, eating represented killing—devouring living beings.
From this, it could be seen that if this truly was a secret art, a seed left behind by an extraterrestrial heavenly demon—
Then this extraterrestrial heavenly demon might have been enormous, and wanted to eat everything.
Unable to overcome the driving force of its physiological instincts, its lingering remnant had turned into an obsession, making it extraordinarily infectious.
Even sages said that appetite and lust were human nature.
One could well imagine how troublesome these fundamental human desires became once they rose to the level of Demonic Intent.
Unless one cultivated oneself until one was no longer human, it was impossible to sever such innate nature.
They could be restrained, but they could not be absent.
But then again, if one cultivated until one no longer resembled a human, what was the point of cultivation?
One might as well be a demon.
Lu Wu-bing pondered carefully, linking up the Devouring Heaven Meridian bit by bit. A violent emotion drifted through his heart, yet his body remained as immovable as a mountain.
With a turn of thought, his qi surged and roiled, carving a path where none existed. He advanced another step, intent passing through Wushan, Huiwo, and Biye acupoints,