She recalled what Elder Taizhen had told her about the so-called Spirit Art Realm.
It transcended the cage of spells, unbound by the circulation of qi.
Spells sought form; Divine Abilities sought intent.
But the Spirit Art Realm sought the principles of heaven and earth.
With a rising thought, ten thousand arts were born.
With a fading thought, ten thousand arts fell silent.
Drawing upon the momentum of heaven and earth, seizing the workings of creation and holding them within one's breast-this was the profound mystery of the Spirit Art Realm.
Yet no matter how profound and unfathomable it sounded,
to Jiang Yuechu, its most straightforward expression was ultimately its power.
Whether it was the Six-Turn Heavenly River she now commanded, or that blood palm that had blotted out the sky and sun outside Half-Piece City, which she had endured head-on,
both had filled Jiang Yuechu with an intense longing for such supreme means that transcended the mundane.
And now,
a genuine Spirit Art Realm technique finally lay before her.
To claim her heart remained as still as an undisturbed lake would have been sheer self-deception.
Jiang Yuechu drew a deep breath.
She forcibly suppressed the flutter in her heart and scattered the stray thoughts rising in her mind.
With a thought, she pressed the blood-red jade slip to her brow.
Without the slightest hesitation,
her gaze fell upon the panel, and she poured her accumulated Dao Cultivation into this newly acquired Spirit Art Realm technique like mad.
[Consumed 4,589,322 years. Blood Palm Art advanced to beginner.]
As that immense amount of Dao Cultivation vanished in an instant,
all manner of insights and mysteries concerning the Blood Palm Art became indelibly etched into the depths of her qi sea.
Jiang Yuechu slowly opened her eyes.
Sitting cross-legged on