In the sky, Qin Hao sat cross-legged, engrossed in the book.
The Spirit Venerable watched for a moment, pondered briefly, then sat cross-legged in midair as well.
He simply waited in silence.
His figure grew increasingly Illusory Void, but he seemed to be holding on by sheer force, preventing himself from vanishing completely.
Qin Hao knew nothing of the Spirit Venerable's condition.
Nor did he know that the Spirit Venerable was actually a short distance below him.
At that moment, Qin Hao was reading the Heavenly Derivation Book over and over.
The Heavenly Derivation Book was truly extraordinary. Although he had read it several times and knew its contents as thoroughly as a melon ripe enough to fall from its vine, committing every word to memory...
Qin Hao still gained fresh insights every time he read it.
However...
Insights were one thing, but when it came to how exactly he should cultivate the Heavenly Derivation Book, Qin Hao felt rather lost in a fog.
How could a supreme secret art passed down by the Spirit Venerable be so easy to master?
The many figures in the spacetime projections left on Heaven and Earth Mountain had indeed received the Heavenly Derivation Book's inheritance, but how many had actually mastered it?
The Spirit Venerable had never told Qin Hao about that.
Of course, Qin Hao had anticipated this to some extent. Rather than becoming discouraged, he continued reading the Heavenly Derivation Book while attempting to cultivate its First Layer, Primordial Beginning, in his mind.
Calling it cultivation was not entirely accurate, however. There was no complete cultivation method that he could simply follow step by step; it depended far more on insight.
For instance, the First Layer, Primordial Beginning, was a state of bringing something into being from nothing. That phrase was