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After a brief period of expansion, Mo Wen had a meal in the empty courtyard. Looking around, he decided that if he were to stay here for a long time, he would need to renovate the place, at the very least by building a large stove. However, that was clearly impossible at the moment. Even if he wanted to cultivate the Xuan Tian Manual, he couldn't do so; he still needed to go out and search for Ning Shen Realm Kung Fu. Only after reaching Ning Shen Realm could he consider whether to practice the Xuan Tian Technique.
With this thought in mind, Mo Wen gradually returned to his original state, calming himself down and beginning to comprehend the Xuan Tian Manual. Immersed in the Void World of the Xuan Tian Manual, the symbols and patterns before him changed periodically. It seemed as though he had never truly remembered what the original image looked like, but his understanding of Tai Chi and the Yin Yang Principle had indeed deepened. Each change in the symbols appeared to occur only when his comprehension reached a certain level.
"I still have unfinished business; how can I sit idly here?" He opened his eyes and adopted an imposing demeanor befitting a sect leader. This time, he had sat at the table for seven days. Although he had gained some insights, his restlessness grew as time passed. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to leave this place; he didn't even know how long he had been delayed at Bei Yin Mountain. He couldn't cultivate the Xuan Tian Manual now and needed to hurry out to find Ning Shen Realm Kung Fu.
Although the Xuan Tian Technique could not be transcribed into a book, it had already been etched in his mind during this short period of contemplation. In the future, whenever he needed to reflect on it, he could simply recall it. This profound Kung Fu was something he could never share with others; it was meant to be understood intuitively rather than explained verbally. This meant that with his current abilities, he could not teach Kung Fu to anyone else.
"What Kung Fu are the other disciples of Xuantian Sect practicing?" Mo Wen couldn't help but wonder, then shook his head with a wry smile. Throughout history, there had only been one leader in Xuantian Sect; how could there be disciples?
"Is this what is left for disciples of Xuantian Sect to cultivate?" He looked at the last Stone Scroll on the table. Although there were no disciples throughout history in Xuantian Sect, every leader had taken it upon themselves to "promote the Sect." Surely there would be Kung Fu suitable for ordinary disciples to practice. However, any Kung Fu that could be placed alongside the leader's Xuan Tian Manual must be of the highest level within the sect. If he could cultivate this Kung Fu, he would undoubtedly dominate in the martial world. With anticipation in his heart, Mo Wen picked up the Stone Scroll.
Holding the scroll with both hands and closing his eyes slightly as if asleep, Mo Wen remained in this position for over half a month without any signs of waking up. Within the world of the book, scenes shifted before him; they resembled those from when he merged with the Xuantian Decree—"World Origin" and "Law Origin." The book did not explicitly name these two scenes; Mo Wen could only label them based on his understanding.
Initially thinking it was top-tier Kung Fu meant for disciples, Mo Wen was stunned right from the beginning; although he didn't know exactly what it was, it felt incredibly powerful. To uncover what made this Stone Scroll so remarkable, he decided to continue reading—of course, also hoping to leave this place sooner.
At that moment, Mo Wen was immersed in a third scene. The imagery before him was similar to what he had experienced during his integration with the Xuantian Decree but was even more profound and complex. He had reviewed it several times but still hadn't memorized its contents. Whenever he recalled these changing images, they reminded him of those from the Xuan Tian Manual.
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