In Jiang Yang's view, a spell art with such exacting requirements was enough to turn away ninety-nine out of a hundred people. Only then would it do justice to such wondrous power.
Seeing that his master was already helping him refine the Spirit Seed, Jiang Yang immediately began cultivating the Pupil Art.
The initial cultivation merely involved using true essence and magic power to condense a mystic eye. There was nothing difficult about it, and Jiang Yang needed only to read the instructions a few times before he could begin, laying a foundation for eventually cultivating mystic pupils.
Setting down the Jade Slip, Jiang Yang began trying again and again. As his hand seals shifted, he rediscovered the feeling of practicing spell arts all those years ago.
Speaking of Spells, he had relied heavily on the Sword Dao over the years, neglecting ordinary spell arts. The second- and third-grade Spells he had learned back then were gradually becoming inadequate for the increasingly fierce magical battles he faced.
The Clear-Wave Mystic Shield in particular had weakened considerably after he lost the clear-wave origin water in the Blessed Land, so Jiang Yang seldom used this shield spell to protect himself anymore.
As for movement techniques, they had gradually fallen out of use ever since he became able to fly upon the wind.
Night fell, and the moon scattered its clear radiance.
Contrary to Jiang Yang's expectations, this Pupil Art was not simple. It might even have been the most difficult spell he had ever encountered.
Only after repeated attempts did he gradually begin to grasp its intricacies. Now, seemingly tireless, he continued forming seals and condensing it.
Behind him, Bai Tang seeped out like mist, silently taking shape where she stood.
Watching Jiang Yang's earnest expression, she finally could not stand it