As Jiang Yun spoke, golden light swirled around his fingertips. The secret art of the World-Purifying Great Millstone became strands of luminous patterns that darted into Hou Ming's Sea of Consciousness like spirit snakes.
Jiang Yun had run through this question countless times in his mind.
He urgently wanted to know how effective the World-Purifying Great Millstone would be for this Dao Ancestor, who had been entangled with the Weird and Ominous Power for countless ages.
Hou Ming's fingertips trembled as he caught the strand of light. His eyes widened slightly, surprise mingling with sudden understanding.
"You've come into contact with that thing too? I suppose that makes sense. That Grindstone is now sealed in the world beyond the Sea of Realms..."
He swiftly scanned the secret art in his Sea of Consciousness, then looked up. His gaze softened, as did his voice.
"To tell you the truth, before the Grindstone was stolen, I was responsible for keeping it running. When projecting myself into the All Ages, I also relied on studying the Grindstone to suppress the spread of the Dao Marks within me."
Before he had finished speaking, Hou Ming raised an arm. Brilliant divine light burst from his fingertip, carrying a technique into Jiang Yun's brow like a streak of light.
"Since that thing interests you, take a look at the method I learned from it."
Jiang Yun froze. A vast tide of information poured into his Sea of Consciousness. The profundity of this nameless art surpassed anything he had seen in his life.
It was like a knockoff running into the genuine article!
He had only studied the Grindstone briefly through a chance encounter. But Hou Ming?
Hou Ming had likely spent several Sacrificial Eras beside the Grindstone, day and night. How could Jiang Yun's understanding compare?