Close your eyes. (-_-) (-_-)
Two other perfect-grade cultivation arts surfaced in Lin Cheng's mind.
Heavenly Dao Golden Body, Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.
Both came from the system. They appeared different, yet seemed to share the same origin.
Lin Cheng even suspected that these two cultivation arts might both be connected to the Lord of Creation.
Had they all been created by him?
There was no point thinking about that now. Lin Cheng focused most of his attention on the details of the two cultivation arts and the way their power circulated.
He wanted to see exactly what set these perfect-grade cultivation arts apart from ordinary ones.
Countless ordinary cultivation arts emerged in his mind, from incomplete, lowly techniques to the foremost cultivation arts of the Heavenly Realm. Many of them drew upon Founding Ancestor Cheng's memories from back then.
With Founding Ancestor Cheng's knowledge in those days, the number of cultivation arts he had encountered was truly terrifying.
The power of laws around him churned without cease.
One translucent body after another appeared around Lin Cheng. In the blink of an eye, they became thousands upon thousands, simultaneously analyzing and evolving over ten thousand different cultivation arts, continually making new attempts based on their strengths and weaknesses.
He tried to strip away every flaw from all those cultivation arts while preserving their advantages.
Then he filtered them layer by layer.
His aim was for the cultivation art left in the end to reach the most perfect state possible.
Throughout the process, flashes of inspiration occasionally struck Lin Cheng, and he added new insights into the mix, continually refining it.
He also boldly tested all manner of wild, unconstrained ideas.
Dazzling light from the laws flickered through the chaos. As endless laws collided, phantoms of vast worlds emerged