Getting to the Bottom of It
Hearing this, He Ping slowly closed his eyes as well.
To refine such a powerful supreme treasure, one had to imprint within it one's own insight into all manner of principles, divine abilities, and spells, bringing them to great perfection and ultimately condensing its mightiest form.
At this moment, the aura around him calmed. Within his thoughts, he continuously evolved all kinds of divine abilities and methods, dismantling spells and studying their true essence.
He had learned a great deal. Aside from foundational arts such as puppet techniques, the Seed Demon Technique, and the Three Yang Calamity, he had also mastered Buddhist inheritances, profound Daoist arts, as well as all sorts of extraordinary techniques and unique skills from the Sibi Sect and the Scent-Listening Dao.
Later, He Ping had created divine abilities such as the Stealing Heaven Puppet and Ten Thousand Miles Divine Sand Transformation himself. At the shifting of his will, countless methods flickered through the void of his mind-sea, endlessly branching, unfolding, and condensing anew.
He was comprehending his own Dao, silently deducing it. Deep within his mind, innumerable trajectories shifted and changed, unfettered as heavenly steeds galloping through empty skies, dazzling the eye as though calculating something.
As time passed bit by bit, various scriptures gradually emerged across the surface of his body. They seemed like the distilled essence of his realizations, yet also like the resonance of ten thousand scriptures, with every divine ability revealing itself.
At that instant, all sorts of phenomena arose around him. Tens of thousands of wondrous runes manifested, transforming into phantoms of Gods and Devils, into the most terrifying flames in the world, or into the River of Wisdom, along with ever-changing shadows.
This was a grand phenomenon. He Ping had drawn out every realization