Lu Changsheng opened his eyes.
The next moment, the brain domain descended.
Within Lu Changsheng’s brain domain, the Wind Law, Flame Law, and Wood Law continually flickered.
At the same time, a terrifying flame erupted instantly.
It was like molten lava spewing from a volcano, spreading across the entire brain domain.
This was the Flame Flow!
Wherever Flame Flow passed, everything was reduced to ashes.
"What a terrifying Flame Flow."
"And this is just entry-level. If it reaches the pinnacle, how powerful will its might become?"
Lu Changsheng was filled with intense anticipation.
Thus, he continued cultivating.
However, the Flame Flow divine skill, which took fifteen days to reach entry-level, was evidently not easy to cultivate to the pinnacle.
Time passed bit by bit.
One month, two months, three months, four months, five months...
Finally, five months had passed.
A line of small characters suddenly appeared before Lu Changsheng’s eyes.
"Flame Flow divine skill has reached the pinnacle, comprehension increased by 3000 points."
Lu Changsheng opened his eyes.
"Flame Flow has reached the pinnacle?"
Lu Changsheng seemed somewhat dazed.
Doing a rough calculation, this single cultivation had taken a full five months.
No wonder it is a top-tier composite divine skill incorporating three Laws.
The cultivation was indeed challenging.
Even with Lu Changsheng’s extraordinary comprehension, it had still taken five months.
If an average Dao Foundation martial artist attempted this—
No matter how high their comprehension, they might struggle to achieve the pinnacle.
Whether it took decades, centuries, or even several centuries, cultivating to the pinnacle would remain exceedingly difficult.
Lu Changsheng had now cultivated several top-tier divine skills, including two composite ones.
He had fundamentally grasped the "secret essence" behind cultivating divine skills.
Or perhaps, the "nature" of divine skill cultivation.
The essence of divine skills was actually very simple: reconfigure and rearrange the Laws.
One had to attempt these configurations and rearrangements repeatedly.
If dealing with a single Law, the reconfiguration and rearrangement were relatively simple.
As long as comprehension wasn’t too poor, cultivating a divine skill was generally achievable.
But with two Laws, it was a different story.
The difficulty of reconfiguring and rearranging the Laws multiplied.
As for incorporating three Laws, reconfiguration and rearrangement became unimaginably complex.
Adding even one more Law exponentially increased the challenge of cultivating composite divine skills.
Lu Changsheng immediately pulled up the attribute panel to check his situation.
Comprehension: 33,510 (dragon among men)
Spiritual Law: 36% (progress)
Flame Law: 34% (progress)
Wind Law: 24% (progress)
Wood Law: 15% (progress)
After five months, Lu Changsheng’s comprehension had exceeded thirty-three thousand points.
The rate of increase had been fairly swift.
At least, Lu Changsheng was quite satisfied.
If things continued at this pace, within just a few years, his comprehension might reach one hundred thousand points.
At one hundred thousand points, comprehension would likely undergo another transformation.
Then there was the progress of the Four Great Laws.
They were actually advancing quite well.
The Spiritual Law was still some distance away from reaching 100% pinnacle.
Achieving pinnacle in any Law was incredibly difficult.
Many top-tier Dao Foundation martial artists appeared to have cultivated composite divine skills incorporating several Laws.
But achieving pinnacle in those Laws often required decades of painstaking accumulation.
Even with Lu Changsheng’s exceptional comprehension, it would still take several years.
"Now that Flame Flow has reached the pinnacle, everything is ready. Taking on Taoist Monarch Shanhai should not be an issue."
"However, there’s one precaution left to consider: the Teleportation Talisman. If the attempt fails, I must rely on the Teleportation Talisman as a safeguard."
Lu Changsheng’s planning was meticulous.
Even with his currently formidable strength, Lu Changsheng still considered the possibility of failure.
In the event of failure, preserving his life would take precedence.
In that scenario, the Teleportation Talisman would serve as an essential trump card.
Foundation Establishment Daoist Monarchs did not possess brain domains.
Unless it involved immobilizing formations or magical treasures,
Foundation Establishment Daoist Monarchs would be powerless to block the talisman’s teleportation.
In critical moments, the Teleportation Talisman could truly save lives.
However, each talisman was extraordinarily expensive.
Fortunately, the Trading Hall offered Teleportation Talismans for exchange.
Besides the Heavenly Demon Essence Blood, Lu Changsheng still had plenty of valuable items.
Using these items to trade for a talisman should be no problem.
Thus, Lu Changsheng headed straight for the Trading Hall.
Sure enough, he found Teleportation Talismans there.
Lu Changsheng smoothly exchanged some treasures for a talisman.
After securing the talisman, Lu Changsheng was finally at ease.
"Next is Taoist Monarch Shanhai."
"I promised Wang Yun that I would act within the year; now the time has come."
Lu Changsheng departed the Trading Hall and proceeded directly to Wang Yun’s cave mansion.
He had pledged to confront Taoist Monarch Shanhai, but locating him was Wang Yun’s responsibility.
Wang Yun, still grieving, was undoubtedly keeping close tabs on Taoist Monarch Shanhai’s whereabouts.
Lu Changsheng arrived at Wang Yun’s cave mansion and saw her.
"Wang Daoist Friend, I am roughly prepared. I can now face Taoist Monarch Shanhai."
Lu Changsheng spoke openly.
Wang Yun’s eyes brightened; she seemed a bit emotional.
Lu Changsheng was finally taking action.
She had been waiting for months.
"Lu Daoist Friend, you’ve come to inquire about Taoist Monarch Shanhai’s whereabouts, correct?"
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Wang Yun spoke plainly.
"The Purple Sun Immortal Sect’s premises? That’s going to be troublesome..."
Lu Changsheng furrowed his brows.
Although he had promised Wang Yun to slay Taoist Monarch Shanhai,
he wasn’t willing to storm the Purple Sun Immortal Sect premises to do so.