The academy!
As Li Su looked over the materials Elder Bai had compiled—especially the students' progress in cultivation and the overall direction they were taking—the corner of his eye twitched again and again. He shot Elder Bai a glare.
No wonder New Method development had not even a sliver of room to struggle against Langhuan Blessed Land's schemes.
This was nothing but utter nonsense.
They had actually made those students extend their cultivation along the path he had taken. He did not even have the urge to complain anymore.
Li Su had dared to do that because his comprehension was far beyond the norm, like an absurdly, insanely powerful supercomputer capable of reverse deduction.
If ordinary people cultivated like this, forget decades—even centuries or millennia would not be enough for them to succeed.
Did they know what it meant to achieve enlightenment in minutes? Did they know what it meant for comprehension to be practically hacked? More than that, his realm had reached the Daluo Realm. Though their systems differed, in terms of perspective on comprehending the Dao, Foundation Establishment cultivators simply could not compare to him.
Even so, Li Su had only comprehended the eleventh layer of that so-called New Method Dao, and that final layer was like looking at a mountain through mist. He had never found the right direction and needed to draw inferences from analogous cases.
If even he was like this, one could well imagine ordinary people.
No wonder Langhuan Blessed Land's students had toyed with them as though beating their sons. Over these fifty-nine years, this group had in fact merely been spinning in place, making hardly any progress at all.
On the contrary, because Langhuan Blessed Land had held back, they had developed a serious misjudgment of their own strength and fallen into