Wei Zicheng spoke as though he were showing off to an elder.
He introduced each of his achievements one by one: his quasi-ninth-tier Dao Fruit, cultivation techniques, even detailed accounts of their history, principles, specific cultivation methods, and sword-art structures. From time to time, he would ask the Great Sun Sword Heir for his thoughts on some imperfect sword art and listen to his advice.
The Great Sun Sword Heir listened attentively, then offered his views point by point.
He did not look down on him from the lofty stance of an elder.
This was an expert with the bearing of a True Immortal Heir. This was an expert who had broken free from the confinement of a group of Supremes in the history of the present world and founded the Southern Dynasty Thousand Laws Imperial Dynasty.
Especially the latter—there was terrifying wisdom contained within it.
At least, the Great Sun Sword Heir knew he could not have grown up imprisoned by a group of Supremes from childhood, then snatched a chestnut from the fire and staged a heaven-shaking reversal. He could not do that.
Growing up in the Immortal Sect, his ability in political struggle had never been tempered or developed much. Nor was he skilled at it.
In this regard, the Great Sun Sword Heir was far inferior to the founding ruler of the Thousand Laws Imperial Dynasty.
"Daoist,"
After answering Wei Zicheng's doubts about the Sword Dao, the Great Sun Sword Heir raised a question of his own. "In your heart, what should the transformation of a True Immortal Heir look like?"
To this day, the Great Sun Sword Heir still had ninety-three thousand, nine hundred and ninety-seven questions regarding the transformation of a True Immortal Heir. He had already calculated dozens of times that number of