Hong Yuan's accumulated reserves were now extraordinarily deep.
Leaving aside ordinary Force Arts, he possessed more than thirty Subtlety-level Force Arts alone, along with over a dozen True Arts.
Across the vast world, the powers standing at its summit might possess comparable reserves. But take the Shaolin Temple: which among its Tendon-Transforming, Marrow-Washing, and Seventy-Two Supreme Skills was not a first-rate martial art? Even its monks could only choose one as their primary pursuit.
On the rare occasion that a divine monk mastered several, or even a dozen supreme skills, he would ultimately cripple himself through his own training.
Hong Yuan was different.
His talent and comprehension were enough to turn all those reserves into strength. Any method became familiar as soon as he learned it, and refined as soon as he practiced it.
Whoosh!
At that moment, currents of force circulated around his fingertips. Ripples spread outward, forming a wondrous mirror that drew in daylight, refracted light, and distorted perception.
He raised his other hand, calling upon the variant force of the Taiyin Soul-Slaying Curse to unleash an unfathomable psychic art.
Having absorbed the Spirit Vessel's method of mental attack and witnessed Feng Nanyan's Heart Sword technique, Hong Yuan had taken his application of mental power to another level.
Incorporated into the Mirror-Realm Mental Method and the Taiyin Soul-Slaying Curse, these changes became increasingly inscrutable, capable of being invisible and formless while also possessing the sharpness to sever everything.
Time gradually passed. Hong Yuan had settled into a cross-legged position, and snowflakes drifted down, covering him in a thin layer.
Hong Yuan immersed his mind in his practice. After working through various True Arts in his thoughts, he turned to the Six Voids Force. Force surged like a tide within his palm, gradually filling it.
Yet this force, capable