Yang Qing's outstretched hands trembled ever so slightly as he held the parchnt. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The faint aura radiating from the parchnt and its contents proved it was no fignt of his imagination.
The parchnt glowed faintly, its radiance carrying a subtle spirituality—one of the unmistakable hallmarks of cultivation arts at the blue grade or higher.
Eager to confirm his suspicions, Yang Qing quickly skimd through its contents. After confirming his guess, he went through it again, this ti slowly and attentively. Nearly seven minutes passed before he finished, his smile growing wider with each word.
How could he not smile, given the contents of that parchnt?
The earlier rearrangent of the letters had transford into his cultivation art—it was not just notes or observations as it had been before where it seed more like a research journal. It was now a completed manuscript of the Brilliant Ray Fist Art in its perfected form. Every change and improvent he had made, including the profound insights gained during his state of enlightennt, was flawlessly integrated into it.
If Yang Qing hadn't seen the transformation with his own eyes, he might have thought he had written it himself during so trance. The parchnt before him wasn't just any transcription; it was the definitive, fully realized version of his art embodied in the spirit of all he wanted for the art.
The parchnt now contained the improved cultivation formula for the Brilliant Ray Fist Art. No longer a low-tier blue-grade art, it had advanced to a middle-tier blue-grade art. The denser spirituality leaking from the parchnt was proof of its elevated status, having been baptized and acknowledged by the world's laws and principles.
When one creates or evolves a cultivation art, the dium used to inscribe it for the first ti undergoes a phenonon known as the baptism of the world. This baptism not only validates the art as being in harmony with the world's principles but also bestows a blessing upon the dium itself.
Were Yang Qing to hand this parchnt to soone like Peng Zhen to cultivate, he could guarantee Peng Zhen would reach the blooming stage of mastery within six months—even though he was only a foundation establishnt cultivator attempting to master a middle-tier blue-grade art.
Under normal circumstances, cultivating the art with the copy Yang Qing had given Peng Zhen earlier, would have taken him at least three to four years to reach the ergent phase of mastery. That estimate was based on cultivating the older, low-tier blue-grade version of the art, and with Yang Qing still personally giving him pointers twice a week as he was doing during his spars with Ma Yuan.
That disparity was not because Yang Qing was a poor teacher, nor because Peng Zhen was a poor student. The difference lay entirely in the parchnt's unique properties, imbued by the baptism it had undergone.
The parchnt was no less valuable than a heavenly treasure. The reason Peng Zhen would be able to achieve such rapid progress using it was simple—he would be getting tutored by the world itself.
There was no better teacher than the world, whose principles underpinned the cultivation art. It could make the profound seem simple and the complex easy to follow and digest.
This was the favor bestowed upon the first dium used in the formulation or evolution of an art. That dium beca infused with the raw, all-encompassing power of the heavens and earth, enabling cultivators to grasp the art with unparalleled ease.
From what Yang Qing had read, this power was wondrously adaptable. It adjusted itself to the reader's comprehension level, strengths, and weaknesses, ensuring they could glean the maximum benefit from the art. It truly was the perfect teacher.
However, as wondrous as it was, that power was not infinite. Though it possessed an air of endlessness, it diminished with every use. The exact amount consud varied, depending on factors such as the user's natural talent, comprehension abilities, and the difficulty of the art.
Records indicated that those with lower aptitude—be it in cultivation talent or comprehension—would consu more of the parchnt's power. The sa was true for particularly challenging arts. For instance, soone with poor aptitude cultivating an orange-grade art would deplete far more energy than soone with higher aptitude attempting the sa.
All cultivation arts regardless of their grade—white, red, orange, blue, or higher—would receive this baptism when first transcribed. But because this power was so precious and finite, it was rarely used carelessly.
Take Yang Qing, for example. When he successfully formulated the Brilliant Ray Fist Art and evolved it from a red-grade art, he inscribed it onto one of the larger leaves of the green fla tree.
The mont he completed the final syllable, the leaf was baptized by the world's transcendent power. It beca infused with spirituality, signifying the art's elevation to a low-tier blue-grade art.
Since its formulation three years ago, Yang Qing had used only about a quarter of the leaf's power—and only when absolutely necessary.
This wasn't uncommon among creators. The reluctance to use that power wasn't due to stinginess but practicality. While it could teach others with unparalleled efficiency, its greatest effect was on the creators themselves.
For soone like Yang Qing, who held ambitions of further improving his art, that power was an invaluable tool. By reading through the art baptized with that power, he felt inspired, refreshed, and clear-headed, as though seeing it with entirely new eyes.
This clarity was essential for creators aiming to elevate their art to the next level.
His being here today, was completely unplanned because if things had followed the original script, he would have been brought here in three months. Being brought here today only pushed forward what he had already planned to do when it ca to the Brilliant Ray Fist Art.
His spar with Zheng Hu, coupled with guiding Peng Zhen during his spar against Ma Yuan, left him inspired with ideas on how to improve the blue-grade art and he had every intention of borrowing the worldly power contained in that green fla leaf, to give substance to his insights in the hopes it would be enough to propel the art forward.
That power had the sa abilities as the Sage Mountain when it ca to things like that.
But now, thanks to whatever the elm tree had done in creating the parchnt before him, there was no need for that. It was why he was so joyous at the mont. He now not only had one, but two baptized original versions of his art.
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