"Hooo..."
Lü Yang let out a long breath, finally recovering from his recent speculation. "Fucking hell, just how much good stuff did the Bhagavat hoard back in the day?"
'After he forged a path for himself, he turned around and destroyed it for everyone else?'
'A complete cultivation thief!'
The Golden Core Chapter of the Skill of Perfect Vitality was actually quite simple. The entire text was about one thing—or rather, one Great Dao: the Dharma Body.
"What is the foundation of a Cultivator's existence in this world?"
"Nothing but Mana, Magic, and Dharma Body!"
"Mana, the beginning of one's nature, the proof of one's Realm. Magic, the foundation of a Cultivator's self-protection, a symbol of wisdom. Dharma Body, the root of life, the raft to cross the Sea of Suffering!"
