Arthur stood motionless in the hall as the other cultivators whispered among themselves. His eyes remained closed, but his mind was far from idle. The spatial disturbances he sensed meant the Nether World forces would arrive soon. Minutes, perhaps. Maybe less.
'I need to prepare,' Arthur thought. 'I've reclaimed my cultivation to this level and even if it's still nothing compared to my former strength it has allowed to begin the relearning of many powerful techniques."
"There are still techniques I haven't restored yet. Skills that would make the coming battle far more efficient, after all, these guys are a bit tricky, it's not about pure strength.'
His mind turned to one particular technique. Something he had developed himself in his past life as the Immortal Supreme. A skill that had taken him centuries to perfect but had become one of his most valuable tools.
The Divine Soul Division Technique.
