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The strange space was silent.
The final image left behind in this world by a generation's Dou Sheng powerhouse quietly dissipated into nothingness. 'Wei Yang' stood there silently, slightly bowing his head, allowing that black halo of light to surge forward and engulf his entire 'body' until it vanished completely.
Outside, within the secret chamber—
Wei Yang's slightly closed eyes slowly opened.
Hu~
Letting out a soft exhale, he murmured, "Saint Zhao Hua."
His soul fluctuations gradually calmed.
A jade-white skeleton hovered quietly before him.
"Brother Wei, you alright?" Xiao Yan walked over and sat down.
"I'm fine." Wei Yang briefly recounted what had just transpired, then raised his hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together as he said, "I've obtained the cultivation technique for the Great Heaven Creation Palm. I'll pass it to you now."
"Alright." Xiao Yan nodded, leaning his forehead slightly closer and closing his eyes.
Wei Yang was taken aback for a moment. Xiao Yan's current posture was one of complete trust, utterly without defense.
In this state, if Wei Yang harbored even the slightest malicious intent, just a small thrust of his fingers forward would be enough to kill Xiao Yan instantly. Should he call this kid too carefree, or simply someone who trusted him too much?
No hesitation whatsoever.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Wei Yang's lips as he lightly tapped Xiao Yan's glabella, transmitting a stream of complex information.
Great Heaven Creation Palm, a Low-Level Heaven Grade Dou Technique.
Such a technique was almost impossible to be fully described in words or text—its informational depth was simply too vast. Not to mention, Wei Yang himself wasn't even considered a true beginner yet.
All he could do was transmit the entire experience he'd undergone within that mysterious space in a way similar to copying data as if duplicating a segment of video and sending it over. After retracting his fingers, Wei Yang also closed his eyes, sinking his mind inward.
In his mind, he repeatedly replayed the meridian flow patterns of the Great Heaven Creation Palm. After a while, Wei Yang reopened his eyes.
"So this is the Great Heaven Creation Palm," he muttered softly.
At that moment, Xiao Yan also opened his eyes, "So this is the Great Heaven Creation Palm? The power of Creation?"
"The power of Creation?" Wei Yang gave a short laugh, "What are you thinking? It's nowhere near that."
"Uh, that's true." Xiao Yan nodded.
The power of Creation wasn't something that simple. This so-called Great Heaven Creation Palm really couldn't be considered as such.
In essence, it was merely a method of manipulating energy. Yes—a slightly more sophisticated method of using energy. Calling it the power of Creation would be an exaggeration.
"Heaven Grade Dou Technique, huh? It's not like I haven't used one before."
Wei Yang said flatly, "The so-called Dou Techniques of this world are merely ways of channeling and applying one's own energy. They don't touch upon any truly profound realms. From Huang Grade to Heaven Grade, it's all the same."
From the Nine Dragons Fire Control Technique, to the Black Sun Burning Heaven Palm, and even to the techniques Wei Yang had created himself—Ten Sun Destruction, Black Sun Calamity.
To put it plainly, all of these were merely ways of utilizing and releasing energy simple and crude, not touching upon the essence of intent, law, or Dao. Whether Huang Grade or Heaven Grade, they were all the same—primitive.
Everything relied on the amount and quality of energy as the core premise. Like bombs—the greater the yield, the greater the truth.
Of course, that wasn't wrong. But in the eyes of those who pursued the Dao, this was merely an initial, basic, and rather shallow way of using energy.
That was why Wei Yang had been able to create Ten Sun Destruction and Black Sun Calamity back when he was only at the Dou Huang stage moves that appeared comparable to Heaven Grade Dou Techniques in destructive power.
They looked impressive, but in truth, lacked real technical depth. They were nothing more than means of concentrating and compressing one's energy in a clever way before releasing it, not particularly advanced.
Similarly, the Great Heaven Creation Palm was just another form of energy manipulation and release. To claim it channeled the "power of Creation" was simply overestimating oneself.
Creation—that was the ultimate Dao.
How could it be something so easily produced just by circulating energy through special meridian routes? What a joke.
Its technical depth, truthfully speaking, wasn't even much higher than refining a five-colored, eighth-tier spiritual pill. At least those five-colored eighth-tier pills were truly refined objects, imbued with sentient spirit.
This… perhaps, could barely, just barely, be considered to have a faint connection with the word Creation.
The Dou Qi Continent, in the end, was still too low in level. Only the Great Thousand World truly involved matters of a higher realm. Thinking of this, Wei Yang glanced at Xiao Yan. This kid—always playing with fire—seemed to perform rather poorly later on too.
In the Great Thousand World, even in his later years, he wasn't as strong as his junior, Mu Chen. Could it be that growing up on the Dou Qi Continent had spoiled him?
"Brother Wei, what's wrong?" Xiao Yan asked, confused by that strange look.
Wei Yang shook his head, dismissing the thought. He pulled the jade-white skeleton closer, spreading his five fingers as black flames slowly rose from his palm. Then, the black flame enveloped three ribs that gleamed like white jade.
A terrifying heat instantly caused the air in the chamber to turn scorching.
Zzzt zzzt~
The terrifying flame relentlessly baked the three bones. However, the bones didn't move in the slightest—not even their color changed one bit. Wei Yang wasn't in a hurry. After all, these were Dou Sheng Skeleton.
Patiently, he controlled the temperature, refining the special substance hidden within the three bones. As the black flame continued to burn the ribs, Wei Yang slowly closed his eyes, entering a cultivation state.
Seeing this, Xiao Yan also focused his mind and began studying the newly acquired Great Heaven Creation Palm.
He knew that Wei Yang was extracting the Golden Spirit Saliva, the substance needed to temper one's hands for cultivating the Great Heaven Creation Palm.
Time flowed quietly.
In the secret chamber, the black flame burned fiercely, while faint light shimmered from within the three ribs. This process of fiery extraction lasted for more than three hours.
Under the continued smelting of the black flame, the surface of the bones finally began to change. That jade-white sheen was gradually replaced by a deep, dark-golden hue. Upon closer look, golden light faintly rippled beneath the surface, emitting strange waves that spread out quietly.
Another half hour passed.
Chi!
A strange sound of liquid flowing suddenly echoed in the silent chamber.
Both of them opened their eyes at once.
Within the flames, a pool of dark-golden liquid was being slowly refined out from the surface of the three ribs. It floated upward, gathering together into a single glob within the fire.
The dark-golden liquid slowly flowed within the black flame, as if it possessed a will of its own—occasionally shaping itself into strange, ever-changing forms.
"So this is the Golden Spirit Saliva?" Xiao Yan raised his brows in surprise, "What a strange liquid."
When the final trace of dark-golden liquid was extracted, the three ribs returned once more to their jade-white color. They no longer emitted any odd fluctuations, becoming just like the other bones.
Wei Yang flicked his hand. The black flame carried the dark-golden liquid toward them, hovering before the two, then gradually retracted.
"Here, Golden Spirit Saliva," Wei Yang said, tilting his chin toward it. "If you want to master the Great Heaven Creation Palm faster, this stuff will help temper your hands."
"You're not going to use it, Brother Wei?" Xiao Yan blinked, surprised.
"This bit of Golden Spirit Saliva is only enough to temper one hand." Wei Yang shook his head, "And with the strength of my body, I shouldn't need it. You take it."
There was one thing Wei Yang didn't say aloud—he found the stuff distasteful and didn't really want his body to absorb random foreign substances for modification.
Besides, his physical strength was already formidable. Even if it wasn't perfect yet, he could refine it slowly later once his power grew. Honestly, he wasn't lacking Heaven Grade Dou Techniques. The Great Heaven Creation Palm wasn't exactly essential for him.
"Hehe, thanks, Brother Wei. I won't hold back then." Xiao Yan licked his lips excitedly.
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