"So generous. Aren't you afraid my sect's Dao Child will break through again and again, achieve enlightenment into the Great Dao, and catch up?"
Blood Sword Venerable sneered. With only a month's time, he did not believe the other party was acting out of genuine kindness. He was likely making some kind of preparation. Given what he knew of Black Heaven Venerable, that bastard would definitely find a way. If he could not act himself, then he would pass on a method.
Once one cultivated to the Great Luo realm, one would always possess some wondrous spells.
Especially Great Luo cultivators like them, with accumulations spanning hundreds of thousands of years—this was no joke. Most of their days were spent sitting somewhere, contemplating the Great Dao.
Over hundreds of thousands of years, how many Great Daos had they seen, comprehended, and mastered?
Ultimate Great Luo—what did "ultimate" mean? It meant taking the step of comprehending the Dao to its utmost limit, to completion. The three thousand Great Daos, nine thousand Middle Daos, and endless Minor Daos all entered one's sight.
One did not necessarily cultivate them, but one could see through their essence and thereby gain insight into oneself.
The Black Mountain Sect, though a great sect, was extraordinarily wicked. From top to bottom, it reeked of sinister strangeness. If investigations had not confirmed that their spells, while unorthodox, had nothing to do with evil nature, there probably would not be eight great sects in this world.
Though it was not evil nature, the people of this sect had wicked, eerie temperaments.
After all, the essence of the methods they cultivated was to refine people into things. The changes to flesh and blood alone could be called death by a thousand cuts. It was genetic alteration, transforming even the form