Within these three thousand True Words, Tai Shang seemed to see a supreme will to battle heaven and earth, an unyielding spirit amid the raging currents of the vast sea.
There seemed to be cries echoing through heaven and earth, shouted until voices broke.
This was not merely a method for cultivating the Demon Race's realms, but also a method for training their spirit and will!
"Good, good, good! What a method! What a Taiyi!"
Delight stirred in Tai Shang's cold, unfeeling eyes. He loved the Dao, and encountering a cultivation method so wondrous that it could be called great truly immersed him in it, leaving him somewhat unable to pull himself free.
At the same time, a faint sense of regret arose in his heart.
To think that such a man was his great enemy!
Beside him, Jiang Yang noticed the change in Tai Shang's eyes and seemed to discern his thoughts as well. He said with a faint smile.
"Tai Shang, though you and I are enemies, the Great Dao depends on no one. In this age, people like us are rare. Even if we must fight to the death, we can first discuss the Dao's way of following nature!"
After speaking, Jiang Yang saw the indifference in Tai Shang's eyes and suddenly mocked him.
"What, are you afraid this will make me stronger, and you'll ultimately fall at my hands?"
At these words, Tai Shang chuckled softly. He replied unhurriedly, looking exceedingly composed.
"Taiyi, there is no need to goad me!"
"Even if you were not a Golden Crow, you would still be my adversary on the Dao. You and I must fight. But as for discussing the Dao, that we can do!"
"These Yao Arts of yours are the cornerstone you laid for the Demon Race,