An evil art

After hearing Crimson Moon's explanation, Arcueid also composed herself and solemnly examined the "Ryougi Lataib" in her hands. The two of them read it together, but the deeper they went, the stranger their expressions became.

Arcueid now understood why Bai Mo had only allowed him to learn about it first, and not to cultivate it for the time being.

"Isn't this... asking for too much?"

Deep within her consciousness, Crimson Moon wholeheartedly agreed, sighing, "No wonder there's no signature. The conditions are so stringent; it must have been lost long ago, and only discovered by chance by someone in later generations..."

Oh, the lonely one standing at the summit.

After her "interpretation," a tragic story has already been sketched in my mind: a peerless powerhouse who reached the pinnacle of power, but because no one could inherit his mantle, he ultimately disappeared quietly into the long river of history with endless regret.

However, what Crimson Moon didn't know was that the reason there was no signature was simply because Bai Mo didn't care about it. To him, a cultivation technique was just a cultivation technique; as long as the content was correct, that was enough. Fame and fortune were nothing but fleeting clouds.

The reason they felt so moved was because the prerequisites for this technique were indeed too demanding.

The first page clearly states the basic requirements for mastering this skill. The "Ryougi Lataib" has extremely low requirements for the number of bolts of cloth, almost none at all.

When Bai Mo created him, he was not only physically weak, but his power was also limited to the realm of Electric Current Push.

However, the requirements for reaching the Complete Realm are extremely demanding. Even after Bai Mo and Tiandao jointly deduced and improved it, the entry threshold still requires nearly 100% Complete Realm.

This alone essentially excludes 99% of cultivators in the Magnetic Field World.

Arcueid skimmed through the pages, finding the cultivation methods extremely complex and impossible to comprehend without a sufficiently Complete Realm attainment.

The more she read, the more alarmed she became. This "Ryougi Lataib" not only had extremely high requirements, but many of its concepts and methods also exuded a kind of almost sinister danger.

The second page reads:

The Yin and Yang vortices may appear identical, but they are in fact constantly evolving, mutually exclusive and complementary. Therefore, to understand and solidify them, one must experience the changes of life and death. Only through death and rebirth, life and death, can one comprehend the changes within.

Note: If the attempt fails, all Magnetic Field Power will be sealed, and you will experience life and death as a mortal.

"Evil martial arts?"

Arcueid's brow twitched violently. What was this thing? If he didn't have absolute trust in Bai Mo, Arcueid would have definitely taken this "Ryougi Lataib" as the wild fantasy of some madman and burned it.

If this thing were released, I reckon nine out of ten people who accidentally obtained the Source of Power would kill themselves by training it.

"Well, after all, it's a technique that can alter the environment, so it's understandable that it's somewhat special. Theoretically, it's not entirely impossible to achieve."

That being said, Crimson Moon's voice was clearly not as mature and composed as before.

Arcueid felt increasingly uneasy as she read on, and continued flipping through the pages.

Her lips twitched, her fingers froze, and she fell into an eerie silence.

It was clearly written on it:

If none of the above methods work, you can try to emulate the founder's personal experience.

The Magnetic Field Power is integrated with the soul Primordial Spirit, and they are inextricably linked. However, there is no fixed balance Ryougi Yin and Yang, and Yin contains Yang within Yang.

The universe is inherently imperfect; only through imperfection can something be made up.

Disperse the soul, shatter the Primordial Spirit...

With a bang, Arcueid slammed the "Ryougi Lataib" shut. An eerie silence fell over the room. Crimson Moon remained silent, and after an unknown amount of time, she slowly spoke:

"Let's practice the Orca Tyrant Fist first."

"Okay, let's go to sleep."

The two, unusually, reached a consensus on one thing: to place the "Ryougi Lataib" by their bedside and to avoid thinking about this evil technique that tempted people to suicide. Unless Bai Mo personally taught them, they must never try this thing.

A quiet night, undisturbed.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, instantly clearing Bai Mo's mind. He realized he hadn't slept in a long time, and the long-awaited feeling of sleep brought him a sense of relaxation.

Opening her eyes, she was greeted by a familiar face. Their eyes met, Bai Mo remained silent for a moment before turning her head to pull the blanket up.

Let's just treat it as a dream.

"You even dream about being with me? So you love me this much."

Arcueid crouched down, like a lion that had successfully hunted its prey, lowering its head to enjoy it. Warm breath brushed against her ear, but Bai Mo only felt a chill.

He pushed Arcueid away with one finger and said:

"Seeing your face first thing in the morning, as the start of the day, is really not a good thing."

"Is that so? Then next time I'll lie down next to you, so you'll only see my profile."

She still wore that innocent smile, the sunlight shining on the blonde girl's face, as if her mind was filled only with sunny days. Ignoring her strange understanding, arguing with her would only dispel the tranquility of her sleep.

As the sun rose, Bai Mo found an open space and began to guide Arcueid in his cultivation.

The sound of fists cutting through the air rang out continuously. Bai Mo's palms enveloped her fists, and their power merged. This method was the most direct, almost like teaching her how to concentrate her power step by step.

"Perhaps you made the right choice. With your power level, Whale-Style Martial Arts might be just right for you."

Like dance partners at a ball, they hold hands and dance.

"Of course, my choice is definitely right, in every aspect..."

Bai Mo's attention was focused on concentrating and applying her power, while Arcueid stared intently at the person in front of her. A serious man always has a unique charm, and the warmth from his hands filled her with joy.

"By the way, did you see the cultivation technique from last night?"

The two chatted as if they were having morning tea. Although the force of their fight caused all the birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles to flee, Bai Mo's expression remained very relaxed.

"I saw it, that thing is way too dangerous, but I'll still practice. Please keep a close eye on me then."

Time flew by, and a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar. Bai Mo withdrew his hand. Arcueid clenched his fist loosely with a hint of reluctance, then looked at the uninvited guest with a slightly cold gaze.

As she rushed over, Mery said, her breathing slightly rapid:

"I'm sorry to bother you, but King Gilgamesh just summoned us back to Uruk; it seems he's encountered some serious trouble."