Void Cultivation Chapter 280 279

The mont Grey decided to learn the ancient art, he cleared his mind as he sat down directly in front of the huge stone slab.

Its surface was coarse and rough, but the symbols and words on it, which had previously appeared blurry and hazy, now beca clear in his eyes.

At first, Grey felt like he was understanding it. But even after a long while, nothing happened. He even forgot the words and symbols he had just read monts ago.

"Impossible..."

Grey muttered and tried again. But when the picture began to look clear in his head, it was as if a brush had been placed inside his mind and swept away everything he had learned.

He tried once again, but the outco was the sa. Grey's expression slowly changed into a deep frown.

He found it unbelievable that the old man had tricked him. "He ntioned that I should carefully choose one art, but I can only see this single ancient stone slab. The rest are all blurry." At this mont, his expression had already turned extrely ugly.

But he refused to give up.

Slowly, he sank into a deep state of concentration and began to comprehend again. This ti, just as the symbols were beginning to beco clear, he quickly grabbed onto the feeling.

Imdiately after, the sensation as if a brush stroke had been applied to erase everything he had learned appeared again. When it left, Grey was confused once more. However, the faint feeling of the words and symbols still remained with him.

Inside Grey's mind was a single drop of water.

This drop of water was extrely pure and seed to have existed since ancient tis.

'This drop of water is the feeling I had whenever I tried to learn this art. But why does the feeling always disappear?' Grey asked himself inwardly.

In the darkness, the old man who had appeared before Grey was silently watching him.

Although he had told Grey to choose one art from the many that were present, he had actually only given him one art to learn, which greatly contradicted his earlier statent.

To soone like him, lying had no aning, especially to a youngster like Grey. But after hearing about the current state of humanity, he had beco very hesitant to impart an ancient art to soone like Grey.

After all, even back then, these arts were extrely rare. Many powerhouses and rising young talents would fight bitterly and compete fiercely for a chance to learn even a single one.

If he simply gave Grey the art so casually, then could it still be called an ancient art that was not ant to appear in the outside world?

Because of this, he had deliberately chosen the ancient art that was the hardest to learn even in those ancient tis and presented it to Grey.

He had also given him a ti limit of seven days, although he never ntioned it.

Although this was the case, it was also the thod the old man used to test Grey's temperant and comprehension ability. If he could truly learn it and comprehend it… then it would be his own serendipity.

Even if he could not learn it, there would still be plentiful gains.

Around Grey, there was only the stone slab and endless darkness stretching in every direction. Along with them were countless threads that pierced through the ancient stone slabs and extended far into the distance.

Grey had his eyes tightly closed as he tried to hold on to the feeling of this art. But it was slowly slipping away.

After so minutes passed, the feeling left like the receding tides of the ocean.

Grey slowly opened his eyes again. But this ti, there was a deep glint in his eyes, along with a trace of confusion.

Grey did not stand up, nor did he try to comprehend the words again. Instead, he simply looked at the stone slab in front of him and tried to rember the feeling of that single drop of water.

In his sea of consciousness, which was usually calm and serene, the waters were now rising and falling violently, as if sothing deep within was trying to erge.

Within that sea of consciousness, the Mosasaur that was recuperating suddenly let out weak fluctuations.

Grey summoned the Mosasaur outside of his body and made it lie gently on his lap.

Its body was extrely small and transparent, looking as if it might disappear at any mont. Seeing this, Grey remained silent.

The waves within his sea of consciousness began to surge even more violently. After several minutes passed, they gradually fell back down.

When the waters finally returned to normal, a single droplet of water floated silently within his sea of consciousness.

This single droplet could not be compared to the vastness of his entire sea of consciousness. But the uniqueness it carried was extrely profound.

A faint feeling of ancientness and the vicissitudes of ti actually radiated from the droplet of water.

Within his sea of consciousness, which was illuminated by the purple moon, the droplet looked incredibly unique and eye-catching.

Grey slowly opened his eyes.

A single droplet of water gradually condensed and appeared before him.

'This is the feeling I sensed before...' Grey began softly. 'But why can't I comprehend the rest of the art?'

After that, he began to carefully dwell on the matter of this single droplet of water.

He later returned the Mosasaur to his sea of consciousness as he held the droplet of water above his hands.

Several minutes passed without Grey saying a single word.

When exactly thirty minutes had gone by, Grey finally opened his mouth and spoke.

"Although this drop of water does not seem to signify anything, in truth, it actually signifies everything."

"The ancientness and vicissitudes within it an that water has existed for a very long ti. It may even an that water has existed since the very beginning of ti." Grey began to speak according to his understanding.

"To us cultivators, we cultivate in order to surpass our mortal shackles and ascend to a higher plane of existence. But that also ans we will experience countless things throughout our lives."

After saying that, Grey slowly brought his hand closer and touched the droplet of water.

The mont he did, he felt the vicissitudes of life.

He felt as if he had lived for an extrely long ti, experiencing life from beginning to end countless tis over. Just like water…

"The ancientness within this drop of water ans that we will experience many things in life as we grow older. But it also ans that, like water, it is as if we are living life anew every single mont."

Im the darkness, the old man who was listening suddenly froze. His facial expression was frozen in shock as he muttered under his breath in puzzlent.

"What is this boy talking about? That droplet of water is just the beginning of the art. What is he busy comprehending!?"

anwhile, Grey who was raptly focused on the single droplet of water suddenly heard the clear sound of a single drop of water falling and entering a pool.