Dao Scripture

But the deeper Lin Yi went into seclusion to comprehend the cultivation arts, the more he felt that something was wrong.

He had recorded Wang Teng's cultivation art in its entirety: the paths of the meridians, the nodes where spiritual power circulated, the routes for storing force and unleashing it—all of it had been etched into his Divine Sense without a single omission.

Yet when he simulated its operation using his own meridians, the efficiency fell far short. With the same amount of spiritual power traveling the same route, the result was not even thirty percent of what Wang Teng had demonstrated in person.

The same was true of Gu Chen's cultivation art.

Lin Yi opened his eyes. On one side was the original replica he had recorded; on the other was the simulation he had just run. The routes were identical, and so was the distribution of spiritual power, yet the result was simply wrong.

"Where was the difference?"

His fingers tapped against his knee a few times, his brow tightly furrowed. Spirit Eyes could see through the paths of the meridians, but there were things beyond the meridians that Spirit Eyes could not scan.

Then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"...A matching mental cultivation method or scripture?"

He had seen no related records on that beast hide from the Flamewaste Tribe, but by common sense, high-level cultivation arts could not possibly consist of only a few meridian routes.

Those unseen things were the true key to driving the entire system.

Thinking back on it now, the cultivation arts practiced by prodigies on Wang Teng and Gu Chen's level had to be at least above the Nirvana Realm.

Lin Yi sighed. What he had recorded now could be called nothing more than an empty shell, with less