Yu Xiu was brief. "You may."
Without a sound, Yu Lei felt a torrent of information burst into his mind. It came without warning, its appearance utterly inexplicable.
It was as though the information had not come from outside, nor had anyone poured it into his mind. It had been hidden deep within him all along.
The Dao Ancestor's methods are wondrous beyond measure.
Yu Lei had only enough time for that thought before the torrent swallowed him whole.
An Emperor Dao Killing Move—the Myriad Spirits Dragon-Transformation Art!
What seemed like a long time passed, or perhaps only the blink of an eye. The torrent swiftly subsided, leaving behind only the cultivation instructions for the Myriad Spirits Dragon-Transformation Art—and only their first half.
The rest seemed sealed deep within his memory.
Yet those instructions alone made Yu Lei's head spin. They were profound and difficult, utterly unlike ordinary cultivation methods. Reading them was not quite like reading a Heavenly Book, but it came close.
Profound and unfathomable indeed!
Yu Lei drew a deep breath and forced himself out of his contemplation of the art.
As he studied it, he had unwittingly felt as though he stood before an abyss.
There was nothing wrong with the art. It was simply too profound, and his comprehension fell short—far short.
"Thank you for teaching me this art, Dao Ancestor. This disciple will devote himself to its cultivation and live up to your expectations." Yu Lei bowed again.
Yu Xiu offered some guidance. "You find it profound, but the problem is not your comprehension. You simply know too little about arts of this kind."
He raised a finger. "I'll pass on some texts and methods as well. Study them often, and you should gain something."
Before Yu Lei could react, his mind churned. A