To find the divine treasure, Old Turtle had spared no expense, even passing the Destiny Heavenly Book on to Shen Yun.
But it was not foolish either. It had only imparted the Divine Guidance Chapter—like possessing inner force without any moves; at most, it could protect the body, but it was difficult to unleash any marvelous effects.
"So this is the true meaning of the Destiny Heavenly Book!"
Shen Yun held his breath and focused his mind, engraving every word into his heart as he carefully pondered it.
Even with his divine comprehension, he had previously managed to reverse-engineer the heavenly book solely from the traces of Old Turtle's techniques, a feat that could only be called miraculous.
But that had ultimately been the result of deduction. Compared with a true transmission, there were far too many gaps, making it difficult to fuse everything into one.
This Divine Guidance Chapter was like an invisible key, knocking open that profound and mysterious door for him.
"Like dew, like lightning; one should regard it as such..."
"My previous idea was indeed correct. I must use Heaven and Earth as my eyes and observe the course of Destiny. Everything else is merely technique, not the Dao."
Shen Yun's mind suddenly opened wide: If the Divine Guidance Chapter was likened to the trunk, then the Forty-Nine Immortal Arts were its branches and leaves.
Without the trunk, the branches and leaves had nothing to rely on and were merely castles in the air. Without the branches and leaves, the trunk was ultimately a lone tree, unable to achieve anything of consequence.
The two complemented each other. Neither could be lacking.
"Destiny is created by oneself; appearance is born from the heart!"
Shen Yun's divine sense flashed like lightning, using the Supreme Wisdom Light to