Countless methods poured forth in full force as both sides fought to the bitter end.
As the battle grew ever fiercer, endless flashes of inspiration surged through Jiang Shu's mind.
Every second brought bursts of what ordinary people called sudden flashes of insight.
It was as though he had entered a state of complete enlightenment.
Jiang Shu's combat techniques were advancing at a breakneck pace.
Had other powerful beings witnessed it, they would undoubtedly have been left dumbstruck.
After all, as one's realm increased, one's comprehension of the Laws and the Great Dao would gradually stagnate.
Aptitude always had its limits.
Often, one might spend a hundred years comprehending only to remain rooted to the spot, or even enter a dead end and sink deeper and deeper into an impasse.
Yet Jiang Shu grew braver the longer he fought.
His accumulated foundation was still fermenting.
Every punch he threw seemed to contain new transformations.
This was not merely because Jiang Shu's accumulation in the Demon Domain had run deep enough.
It was also because he had seen a stronger path within his Replica!
He hungrily absorbed all kinds of Laws from his own Replica.
A quarter of an hour.
Three quarters of an hour.
Half an hour.
The great battle continued. Jiang Shu was driven into a wretched state several times and suffered grievous wounds, forcing him to charge into stars and forcibly devour all manner of power to preserve himself from being slain.
Yet the Replica still tirelessly sought to hunt him down, unleashing every method at its disposal and nearly succeeding several times.
As the slaughter continued, Jiang Shu's understanding of this Replica's true nature—a Time Replica—grew ever deeper.
Because he had once seen another form of this technique—the Past Self!
It was the technique used by the