Erlang's Pride Relies on the Nine-Turn Body, A Light Laugh at Mortals Not Yet Sharp Enough

The Heavenly Eye in Yang Jian's brow, which had been half-closed all along, gave a slight tremor the moment he heard those words.

"Traces of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art can be found in Zhao Cheng's cultivation?

Where did he obtain it?"

The question was asked lightly, as though it had merely been mentioned in passing.

Yet only Yang Jian himself knew what ripples had risen in his heart at that instant.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Art he cultivated had been created by his grandmaster, the Primordial Heavenly Lord, after contemplating the chaos of heaven and earth and tracing Pangu's Great Dao. It had later been secretly passed down to him by his master, Jade Cauldron True Person.

This art took the ninefold refinement of the body as its core. Eight was the ultimate yin, nine the ultimate yang; yin and yang intertwined, giving rise to infinite transformations.

With every turn, one had to shatter and reforge one's fleshly body, Primordial Spirit, True Essence, and Dao laws. The slightest misstep meant one's soul scattering and spirit dispersing, doomed beyond redemption through ten thousand tribulations.

Yang Jian possessed extraordinary talent, yet he had still exhausted untold hardship, traversed the Three Realms in search of fortuitous encounters, consumed the essence of sun and moon, absorbed the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and endured the tempering of deadly tribulations before he finally completed the nine turns.

Yet in his own view, his Eight-Nine Arcane Art had not reached absolute perfection.

The upper limit of this cultivation art was simply too high—so high that it seemed to have no end.

To cultivate every realm, every acupoint, and every strand of Dao law to the utmost required not only peerless talent, but also the right time, place, and people, along with endless years and a mountain