Law, law, law—Yuan had no law; emptiness, emptiness, emptiness was not empty either.
Shen Yun woke from enlightenment, his aura peaceful as still water, free of thought and desire, attaining Great Freedom.
When he rose, his spine was like a great dragon soaring into the sky, and the myriad laws within his body rang out together, suddenly linking through without obstruction.
The Five Elements Pill Emperor had finally been completely refined.
In its place stood thirty Immortal Principles, towering like Immortal Divine Mountains that Support Heaven and Earth, unshakable.
"What a pity. If I had perfected the deduction of the Immortal Art beforehand, I could have condensed at least five more Immortal Principles."
Shen Yun murmured with a soft sigh, feeling somewhat regretful.
If other Half-Immortals knew that he had cultivated thirty Immortal Principles and was still unsatisfied, they would probably find it impossible to keep their composure and immediately start cursing.
The idea that one could soar by leaps and bounds just by taking spirit pills was purely a myth; in reality, it simply did not exist.
How vast was the medicinal power of the Five Elements Pill Emperor? An ordinary Half-Immortal would have to be extremely cautious just refining it. With the slightest bit of carelessness, their sea of qi would be damaged, their meridians torn apart, or they might even be left with hidden dangers of Dao wounds.
As for condensing laws, that was even harder atop hardship. It was equivalent to a process of breaking apart and rebuilding, requiring one to advance step by step like setting up camp at every stage, with no room for the slightest error.
Ao Cang had ascended to Half-Immortal as early as three epochs ago, yet even now, he was still painstakingly polishing his laws, not daring to slacken in