The Golden-Scaled Demon paused slightly at the sight of the girl imitating him, then could not help finding it amusing.
Did she really think the Buddhist Gate's arts were so easy to learn?
It seemed like nothing more than compressing the Myriad Phenomena World, but in truth, every strand of intent within it had to correspond to an aperture in the body, then be put to use through a special cultivation art... Explaining it all would take days and nights.
If an ordinary cultivator copied him like this, tracing a tiger from a cat, it would merely look similar, without actually enhancing their combat strength.
Take the girl before him, for instance. She seemed to be following his example, but her grasp of its many profound intricacies naturally could not compare to his, a demon of the orthodox Buddhist Gate lineage.
Meanwhile.
As the Blood Sea contracted, a scarlet gleam filled Jiang Yuechu's eyes, and a thick bloody radiance enveloped her body.
Yet as she carefully felt the changes in her body, a trace of helplessness flashed through her eyes.
"It helps a little, but apparently not much..."
Of course...
She should know better than anyone just how much she was worth.
How could she expect to learn someone else's secret art after seeing it just once?
If her comprehension were truly that heaven-defying, why would she still need to rely on Dao Cultivation?
Still, although she had failed to grasp its essence, this attempt had at least pointed her toward a path.
Spread outward, it was broad but thin, suited to crushing crowds of enemies and controlling the overall battle.
Compressed inward, it was concentrated and dense, focused on a single point with unparalleled power.
Neither was inherently superior to the other. It depended on the choice made when