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As a magical sapling, its remarkable qualities were not limited to what had been revealed. The Old Qilin simply stated, "When the time is ripe, you will understand," which piqued Mo Wen's curiosity. However, the "ripe time" that the Old Qilin referred to likely pertained to his own Realm. Since the subsequent effects would become clear in due course, he decided to take good care of this tree for now.
In this world, nothing is perfect. The power of the divine wood was undeniable, but it came with its drawbacks; it required immense effort. He had nearly fallen into a lower Realm just to nurture two leaves. If this rate of consumption continued, the amount of Divine Liquid needed to grow into a full tree was unimaginable. Looking at the Blood Crystal on the stone table, he initially thought that absorbing such a large piece would allow him to reach the pinnacle of concentration effortlessly. Now, however, there was an insatiable entity in his Divine Sea, making success seem uncertain. Moreover, due to the presence of the divine wood, his training time in the Ning Shen Realm would be significantly slower than others, which left Mo Wen feeling somewhat helpless.
From the few words spoken by the Old Qilin, Mo Wen also unraveled some confusion regarding his Realm. Having entered the Divine Sea meant he could no longer measure his strength by his current training Realm; it seemed that the Divine Sea was not a method of cultivation for this era. Whether it belonged to the Ancient Era or an even earlier practice was something the Old Qilin had not clarified.
Taking a deep breath, he recognized that while the appearance of the divine wood brought him immense benefits, it also introduced many uncertainties. At that moment, no one could resolve his doubts; he would have to uncover everything himself. He calmed his mind and began to ponder the Kung Fu left for him by the Old Qilin. The Kung Fu was divided into primary and secondary forms; the primary form consisted of incomprehensible symbols, while the secondary form was what the Old Qilin had "translated" into Yin Wen for him. Even though he had seen many Yin Wen versions of Kung Fu before, deciphering what the Old Qilin had left for him was still quite challenging. After two days of effort, he had only grasped a rough idea, but that alone took his breath away.
The Kung Fu given to him by the Old Qilin resembled a despised and unorthodox style; it was purely defensive Kung Fu that only activated when he was attacked. He could not use this Kung Fu to strike at others. Mastering this Kung Fu would effectively add a sturdy lock to his Divine Sea—one that would prevent enemies from returning once they entered. This was precisely what he needed; although he could not control it freely, it was better than exposing his Divine Sea to enemies. As for the primary form of Kung Fu, the Old Qilin indicated that he could study it more thoroughly in due time.
Sitting at the stone table with a furrowed brow, Mo Wen contemplated how rich were the gifts left by the Old Qilin. His curiosity about what mission required his assistance with Xiao Hei grew stronger. From snippets of conversation left behind by the Old Qilin, it seemed he did not belong to this world. Where did he come from? Would Mo Wen have to follow Xiao Hei into that world? He needed to enhance his strength quickly; otherwise, if he failed to assist Xiao Hei in fulfilling their mission, it would be a disservice to the Old Qilin’s generous gifts.
"Am I overestimating myself?" He shook his head with a bitter smile. Surviving with his current strength was already difficult enough; if he did not improve, how could he talk about a future? As for the mission mentioned by the Old Qilin, it was likely already passed on to Xiao Hei—he would know once Xiao Hei awakened. For now, his main task was to strengthen himself and ensure Xiao Hei's safety.
At this moment, he needed to ensure that Xiao Hei's cultivation remained undisturbed.
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