After reading the manuscript in his hand, Zhang Yu picked up the rest and leafed through every one.
He had not been mistaken before. What the manuscripts discussed was indeed a method for mystic cultivators to break through their realms.
Though the manuscripts bore no specific dates, he could sense that the earliest drafts were from over a hundred years ago. The greatest number came from around seventy or eighty years ago, precisely when gifted mystic cultivators had emerged one after another, and several Mystic Dharma Venerables had only then achieved success.
Yet most of the methods within were unverified ideas, remaining only on paper. Whether they could be realized was unknown. They appeared to have been compiled and excerpted by the owner of the manuscripts from elsewhere.
Since he himself walked this path and placed particular emphasis on cultivating the Dao, most of these ideas seemed somewhat superficial to him. Even if one followed them, many problems would still need to be gradually refined and resolved.
But they were not entirely without merit. Some of the ideas of others had broadened his thinking and given rise to many new insights.
Mystic cultivators, after all, needed constant exchanges with fellow practitioners to improve. He had always explored alone; seeing these now was equivalent to conversing across the void with those mystic cultivators, though it was only one-sided.
Yet this also raised a question. These things should all have been left behind by mystic cultivators. Even if Daoist Cao was not an inheritor of Zhengqing's lineage, he should still have belonged to the faction that was intensely hostile toward mystic cultivators. Since he had devoted himself to suppressing mystic cultivators, why had he kept these things?
He inferred two possibilities.
One was that these things might have been intended for someone