As a magical sapling, its remarkable qualities were not limited to just that. The Old Qilin straightforwardly remarked, "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 reveal themselves in due course, all he needed to do now was to carefully nurture this tree.
Nothing in the world is perfect, and while the power of the divine tree was undeniable, it came with its drawbacks. He had nearly fallen from a significant Realm just to cultivate two leaves. If this level of consumption continued, the amount of divine liquid required to grow into a large 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 achieve a perfect state of concentration. However, now there was an insatiable entity in his Divine Sea, making success seem precarious. Because of the existence of the divine tree, his training time in the Ning Shen Realm would be much 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 established a 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 not specified by the Old Qilin.
Taking a deep breath, he recognized that while the appearance of the divine tree brought him immense benefits, it also raised many questions. At this moment, no one could resolve his doubts—nor would anyone in the future; everything needed to be unraveled by himself. He calmed his mind and began to ponder over the Kung Fu left for him by the Old Qilin. The Kung Fu consisted of primary and secondary versions; the primary version contained some cryptic symbols, while the secondary version was what the Old Qilin had "translated" for him into Yin Wen. Even though he had seen many Yin Wen versions of Kung Fu before, deciphering what the Old Qilin 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 bestowed upon 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 mean adding a solid lock to his Divine Sea—one that ensured enemies could come but never leave. 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 version of Kung Fu, the Old Qilin indicated that it could be studied thoroughly at a later time.
Sitting at the stone table, Mo Wen furrowed his brow deeply. The gifts left by the Old Qilin were undeniably substantial, yet curiosity about what mission he needed to assist Xiao Hei with lingered in his mind. From snippets of conversation left by the Old Qilin, it seemed he did not belong to this world. Where did he come from? Would he need to follow Xiao Hei into that world in the future? He needed to quickly enhance his strength; otherwise, if he failed to assist Xiao Hei with his mission later on, it would be a disservice to the generous gifts from the Old Qilin.
"Am I perhaps overestimating myself?" He shook his head with a bitter smile. With his current strength, merely surviving was already difficult; if he did not improve his power and lost his life, how could he talk about a future? As for the mission mentioned by the Old Qilin, he assumed it had already been passed on to Xiao Hei; once Xiao Hei awakened, he would know everything. For now, his main task was to increase his strength and ensure Xiao Hei's safety.
At present, he needed to ensure that Xiao Hei's training remained undisturbed.
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