"What a pity..."
Li Qingyue sighed inwardly. Such ancient methods were rarely seen.
She desperately needed the profound meanings of all manner of mystic arts.
Only by continually encountering those profound meanings could she deepen her foundations, step by step.
With her golden finger and her comprehension, she could draw the nourishment she needed from those endless meanings and grow, one step at a time.
This was also a road every creator of cultivation methods throughout history had to walk.
Study ten thousand methods to create one's own.
The Great Emperors of old had followed the same arduous road when creating their Emperor Scriptures.
No one could build a pavilion out of thin air, nor could anyone create a cultivation method from nothing.
Even modern technology had only gained its boundless road ahead through the radiance of countless people's wisdom, passed down through generations and advanced one difficult step at a time.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Li Qingyue's brows twitched. Everything before her seemed to change in an instant.
She saw the Dao principles and Dao resonance within that enormous palm imprint, as though densely packed Dao patterns had manifested, revealing earth-shaking power.
She also saw the radiance of the six Half-Step Mighty Ones' Saint Weapons blazing through the void, their terrifying power of the Great Dao spreading outward to reshape heaven and earth.
At that moment, she felt as though she could see through everything, with a sense of ultimate sublimation.
The sensation vanished in a flash, like an illusion.
But Li Qingyue did not believe it was an illusion.
My golden finger? The survival system?
Sensing the change, Li Qingyue was inwardly startled.
At that moment, she once again felt that the survival system was not truly a system.
It seemed to exist in symbiosis with her, allowing her to