Chapter 5

On one hand, as a member of the human race; on the other, with his maxed-out comprehension, it was only natural for him to create a cultivation method suited to his own kind.

This method, forged by combining human traits.

This was the limit of Luo Fu's maxed-out comprehension—its very purpose was to attain the Dao and become a Hunyuan Daluo powerhouse.

Know this: in this current world, to attain sainthood, only Ancestor Hongjun's path of severing the Three Corpses existed.

Like the Three Pure Ones, Nüwa, and the Two Western Saints.

They, too, relied on merit and the severing of the Three Corpses to finally attain sainthood.

As for steadily cultivating to Hunyuan Daluo, no one had ever accomplished it.

Perhaps only Ancestor Hongjun, through his path of severing the Three Corpses, had managed to break through to the Hunyuan Daluo realm through his own accumulated foundation.

The Three Pure Ones and Nüwa relied more on the Primordial Purple Qi to take a shortcut.

This approach had advantages, but also drawbacks.

Of course, all that was still future talk.

Regardless, Luo Fu, currently only in the Early Stage Mystic Immortal Realm, had created a method directly pointing to the Hunyuan Dao—this was an utterly incredible feat.

Yet although Luo Fu's Hunyuan Golden Core Art was powerful, his strength was still confined to the Mystic Immortal Realm, so he had not yet fully perfected the Hunyuan Golden Core Art.

But regardless, with Luo Fu's unimaginable comprehension, the Hunyuan Golden Core Art he created had already opened a completely new path to attaining the Dao.

"This method," Luo Fu's eyes flickered.

He had a feeling that if he cultivated this method, it might trigger a terrifying cosmic reaction.

"Not enough yet—I still need to perfect myself more comprehensively," Luo Fu suppressed his urge to cultivate, having obtained the maxed-out comprehension system.

As time passed, his strength would only grow stronger.

"Hmm… this is a wild grass," Luo Fu's gaze suddenly fell into a corner of his cave, where a wild grass grew.

Though the wild grass looked fragile and its growing conditions were poor, it still stubbornly thrived there.

Compared to rare flowers or spiritual roots, the wild grass was unremarkable, yet exceptionally resilient.

"Wild grass… resilient…"

Gazing at the wild grass, the spark of wisdom in Luo Fu's eyes flared again, and his maxed-out comprehension activated.

This caused Luo Fu to merge his previously cultivated sword techniques with the wild grass.

Various derivatives of sword techniques surfaced in Luo Fu's consciousness.

There, it seemed as if countless versions of Luo Fu were continuously performing countless sword techniques.

At first, those sword techniques were ordinary, merely of common rank.

After all, although Luo Fu was a disciple of the Jie Sect, he was neither a direct disciple of Saint Tongtian nor a core disciple.

The Jie Sect, unlike the Jiaoyuchan Sect and the Chan Sect, did not have few disciples.

This time, when the Jie Sect accepted disciples, they took in many—though not yet the exaggerated ten thousand immortals paying homage as in the future, the number of Jie Sect disciples was still astonishing.

Luo Fu, at only the Early Stage Mystic Immortal Realm, was truly unremarkable within the vast Jie Sect.

He was human, and his talent was merely average.

The primordially born beings were far superior to humans; otherwise, how could Master Yuanshi Tianzun have accepted only disciples with exceptional origins?

Thus, the sword techniques Luo Fu knew were truly unremarkable across the entire Primordial World.

Yet precisely because these techniques were so unremarkable, as Luo Fu's maxed-out comprehension activated, they surged upward at an alarming rate.

The rate of improvement became increasingly terrifying.

The profundity of this advancement—no Mystic Immortal could achieve it, not even Golden Immortal or Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivators.

After all, the more profound a method, the higher the talent required to cultivate it.

Even the saints' direct disciples, who received their methods from the saints themselves, likely had not fully comprehended them.

Yet Luo Fu, right now, was not merely comprehending the original methods he cultivated—he was spontaneously creating even more powerful methods atop them.

This was the astonishing transformation brought by maxed-out comprehension.

One could say that, as time passed, Luo Fu might become terrifyingly powerful in this Primordial World.

A Zhen Sheng defeating a Hunyuan Daluo—this might even be possible.

Of course, these matters were still somewhat distant for the current Luo Fu.

Time slowly passed; after an unknown duration.

"Hum…"

On Luo Fu's body, a startling sword qi was slowly being born.

This sword qi carried the resilience of wild grass—even a single blade of grass would force open this heaven and earth.

"Boom—"

Terrifying sword qi erupted from Luo Fu's body; his cave was rapidly being destroyed.

An unimaginably fierce sword intent exploded forth.

This heaven and earth seemed to hold a tiny, swaying blade of grass in the void.

Or rather, that blade of grass was also a sword.

Bearing sword intent capable of unfolding the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.

"Grass Character Sword Art…"

The name for this sword technique surfaced in Luo Fu's mind.

It was his naming of this technique, forged by combining the wild grass with his own sword methods.

Of course, naming it Grass Character Sword Art was tied to some books Luo Fu had read before his transmigration; now, with maxed-out comprehension, he was recreating those legendary methods one by one.

"Huh…"

Exhaling, Luo Fu's eyes gleamed as he instantly retracted the vast sword intent.

Now was not the time to reveal himself.

Wait until the moment was right.

He would shock the entire Mount Kunlun.

With several Saints holding down the fort, Luo Fu had no worries about his own life.

So if he wanted to become stronger, earn the Saints' regard, and obtain more resources, that was the top priority.

Otherwise, no matter how stunning Luo Fu's comprehension was, the techniques he created could only be limited by his original foundation.

Like the Primordial Golden Core Art — it was only conceived with that intent, never truly perfected.

The Grass-Character Sword Art was the same.

Just as Luo Fu was preparing to continue his closed-door cultivation.

A mechanical voice, different from before, rang out.

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