Chewing on the thigh meat of some unknown animal, Li Su's eyes flickered constantly.
Though being forced into it had pushed the progress forward somewhat, preventing him from attaining complete success in one go.
This misstep was not entirely a bad thing for him. At the very least, after undergoing it once, he now had a template for comparison, allowing him to grasp many things.
It had to be said again: the person who had created this cultivation art was damn impressive.
This method of making the acquired become innate was difficult to imagine.
Though it could not, like a Saint, directly cultivate a road that ordinary people could all walk upon, its understanding of the Dao was terrifying.
Especially that set of movements, which could directly stir the rules into resonance and call forth a response from the laws of Dao. That was horrifying—using one's own understanding to write down the Great Dao, which ought to have been intangible and illusory.
This was an inheritance no inferior to the Nine Tribulations Scripture, a path that touched upon the very foundation!
Don't be fooled by the fact that, in terms of raw power, it fell short of cultivation arts at the level of the Divine Cauldron World-Suppressing Scripture. What it altered were the deepest things, making minute corrections to foundations that had long been deemed fixed, ultimately triggering a complete transformation. Like the Nine Tribulations Scripture, this was the sort of art only a super clan possessed the qualifications, heritage, and even confidence to create.
That was damn impressive. To be involved in the founding of a supreme foundational art belonging to a super clan—even if he gained nothing in the end, the experience alone would be an incomparably lavish stroke of fortune for him.
It had to be said,