Or rather, this was not purely the content of the Body-Waves Immortal Transformation Art, but something evolved from the Three Chapters of Blood Writing formed by Zhao Yuansong's own transformation. In effect, he was comprehending himself.
Yi Shuyuan paid little heed to Zhao Yuansong's claim that the immortal crane had been sent by some Immortal, but Zhao Yuansong's words sounded rather naive to him.
"I am only a white crane, not a compassionate Buddha here to painstakingly counsel you and deliver you, much less your Immortal Affinity. You never sought immortality with an upright heart, so naturally you cannot attain a righteous fruition."
Zhao Yuansong claimed to harbor neither greed nor hopes of a lucky escape, yet what he was doing was the greatest greed entrusted to his wishes, and his manifestation at this moment was itself the greatest stroke of luck. As for the supposed catastrophe in the Rivers and Lakes, what could he possibly use to stop it?
Even if he could govern his own desires, how could he govern those of others?
"I seek neither deliverance nor righteous fruition. I only want to make one last attempt. If I can, I will surely eliminate that demonic state preceptor who is ruining the Destiny of our Great Yan!"
That was Zhao Yuansong's answer. Seeing that the white crane did not stop him, faintly glowing characters actually appeared around his silhouette. They were passages from the Three Chapters of Blood Writing, and his aura grew more concentrated.
Though the immortal art he had glimpsed was incomplete, and though he did not understand the meaning of many characters, Zhao Yuansong had gained some comprehension. He understood the divine intent of transformation contained within the art, and, using his fixations, thoughts, hopes, and wishes as a foundation, touched that spark of