My Informative Cultivation Life

Supreme Divine Power, learned by many, but to truly comprehend it to perfection is no easy feat.

Don't think that just because Yang Ji could perfect a Supreme Divine Power in just a few hundred years that everyone can do the same; that's because he had the super comprehension aided by the Golden Finger, which others find nearly impossible to achieve.

Ordinary cultivators, let alone perfecting a Supreme Divine Power, might not even be able to understand a Great Divine Power.

Even among Red Dust Immortals there are vast disparities; in over five thousand years, Yang Ji had fully mastered a top Immortal Technique of great Immortal Technique volume, yet the three old ancestors of the Immortal Cauldron and those Star Brigand Kings were still stuck at the introductory phase, with Jing Po unable to even step through the door—the gap between them was just too vast.

The top Immortal Techniques, profound and immeasurable, embracing all things, are feared beyond their lifetime, a million years, or even ten million years, to barely reach a minor achievement.

Clearly, they don't possess the super comprehension needed to perfect a top Immortal Technique.

The further one goes in cultivation, the more prominent and crucial comprehension becomes.

It was obvious that the youth below was a genius with good comprehension.

Pity, such a genius was now at his wits' end, completely surrounded by a group of five.

"Are you truly set on merciless slaughter?" The youth stood tall in the void, his hair disheveled, streaks of blood visible, his red eyes giving him the appearance of a bloodthirsty beast, his body radiating an aura of madness.

He sternly stood in the void, like a high wall protecting the little girl behind him, and though his presence was fierce, his hand was tenderly holding the girl's.

The little girl gripped his hand, sensing the bestial, bloodthirsty aura emanating from the man before her, yet not afraid in the slightest; determination written all over her childish face, her gem-like eyes flashed with a hate that knew no fear, standing firm beside the man, her small hand tightly clasping his large palm, lending him strength.

"Unless you die, the anger of my master in the Shentu Family cannot be quenched! Your existence and that of your unlucky child are like fishbones stuck in our throats, leaving us without face, so you must die," said the leader of the Nascent Soul cultivators in a cold voice.

"Zhi Yuan, are you scared?" the youth asked, turning his head towards the little girl, squeezing a soft smile on his face.

"Zhi Yuan is not scared!" The little girl lifted her head, her voice youthful yet strong.

"Good, hold onto my hand tightly!" The youth suddenly turned back, the Yin Yang Energies swirling in his eyes transforming into five dragon snakes, bursting forward to strike at the five people.

"Hmph! Primordial Spirit Killing Move, we are already protected, your Primordial Spirit Killing Move is useless on us!" Blue light flashed in the sea of consciousness of the five Nascent Soul cultivators, and Talismans appeared, blocking the incoming dragon-snake energy.

"This is 'Yin Yang Separation at Dawn'? He actually knows this Primordial Spirit Killing Move!" exclaimed the Buddha Child in surprise.

"I taught it to him!" Yang Ji said.

"Big brother, you taught him? When did you teach him?" The Buddha Child gaped in amazement.@@novelbin@@

"Back when my Primordial Spirit turned into countless threads and scattered, roaming the boundless emptiness, observing the rivers and lands, wandering the sun, moon, and stars, chatting joyfully with mortals and debating with fellow cultivators, it was then that I took a disciple and passed on my Divine Skills and Cultivation Techniques! Thousands of years have flown by in the blink of an eye, and to my surprise, he has grown so much," Yang Ji said slowly.

"Ah, he is your disciple, big brother? After all this time, these guys were bullying my fellow disciple?" The Buddha Child instantly became furious.

"Zhi Yuan, hold on to me!" The sudden Primordial Spirit Killing Move having been blocked, the young man's expression hardened, his energy becoming more and more violent as he prepared to fight desperately. Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

"You're out of moves, now die!" The five Nascent Soul cultivators sneered and closed in for the kill.

"Die your mother's head, dare to bully my fellow disciple, go to hell!" Buddha Child suddenly jumped out, slammed down with a palm, and in an instant, all five Nascent Soul cultivators were too late to even cry out before they turned into dust and were annihilated.

The youth was taken aback, looking again to find an additional figure in the void.

In a purple robe and with a demeanor of profound dreams of a thousand autumns, he looked exactly like the person from his dreams who had passed down teachings.

"You, you are... Master?" the young man