"Elder, you're joking with us, aren't you?!" Su Tianyi stared at the old man, disbelief written all over his face.
The others looked at the old man without speaking, but their eyes conveyed exactly the same sentiment as Su Tianyi's.
The Stele Forest contained at least eight thousand cultivation arts. An ordinary cultivator might not learn even one percent of that number in an entire lifetime.
Yet now the old man was telling them that Chu Kuangren was comprehending every art in the Stele Forest. How could they possibly believe that?
"I know this is inconceivable, but Chu Kuangren cannot be measured by ordinary standards. This young man is simply too monstrous."
"Observe carefully. The various Daoist Rhymes emanating from Chu Kuangren correspond precisely to the arts recorded in the Stele Forest."
Only after the elder finished speaking did everyone begin observing closely.
At that look, many of their expressions instantly changed.
"This gentle Daoist Rhyme belongs to the high-grade Mystic Art, Soft Cloud Sleeve?!"
"Swift as the wind, still as a mountain-this is the Profound Mountain Sword Art!"
"And that's the high-grade Mystic Art, Thunderbolt Palm!"
"Vajra Fist, Ghost-Head Saber, Nine-Heavens Grasp-the-Moon Saber Art... heavens, the Daoist Rhymes of all these high-grade Mystic Arts are in there too."
"There are too many, too many!"
"Countless Daoist Rhymes—I can't take them all in."
"But every one of them can be found in the Stele Forest. This... this is simply inconceivable. How... how did he do it?!"
All the Wanfa Sect cultivators were stunned senseless.
The sight before them was like a dream. How could anyone in this world comprehend so many arts?
And all on the same day!
"Four thousand six hundred and thirteen Daoist Rhymes. No, now it's four thousand six hundred and fourteen. The Daoist Rhymes around him