Chapter 4111 — Always Just a Little Short
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 3
"Gradually, I came to realize that if I kept cultivating the War Art of Creation this way, my progress would be slow, but my strength would become extraordinary—unmatched among those of my level, and even capable of slaying opponents of higher cultivation with a single blow. By the time I broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, I had already become the公认 strongest Nascent Soul cultivator on Cloud Terrace Island, and because I possessed the ability to slay higher-level experts regardless of the gap in cultivation, I was ultimately granted an exception and made vice-island master of Middle Island. For a time, I was truly at the height of glory." Di Xingdao recounted, neither joyful nor sorrowful.
"Since the War Art of Creation is so powerful, then... how did you end up in your present state, Lord Tian?" Wei Zhao could not help asking out of curiosity.
Di Xingdao shook his head. "Although I had become the strongest Nascent Soul cultivator at the time, there were still higher realms above the Nascent Soul stage. Naturally, I was unwilling to stop there. Yet when I prepared to break through the Nascent Soul stage, I found that I simply could not cultivate any further no matter what I did. And at the Nascent Soul level, apart from me, no one else cultivated the War Art of Creation at all, so there was no precedent to follow. I could only rely on my own foundational strength to force a breakthrough—and the result was that during the breakthrough process, my meridians were completely shattered..."
Hearing this, Wei Zhao broke out in a cold sweat. He himself was also cultivating the War Art of Creation, and his experience was exactly the same as Di Xingdao's—all along the way, he could slay opponents above his level with ease and delight. So according to what Di Xingdao was saying, did that mean that when he himself attempted to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he would meet the same fate?
Although he was still far from the Nascent Soul stage, let alone breaking through it, if things continued this way, it was only a matter of time!
After a long while without hearing a response from Wei Zhao, Di Xingdao suddenly saw his expression—drenched in cold sweat and filled with fright—and could not help asking in surprise, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"That's not it. I was just moved by what you said, Lord Tian." Wei Zhao shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Moved?" Di Xingdao was startled. Then his body suddenly trembled, and he cried out in great alarm, "Don't tell me—you're also cultivating the War Art of Creation?"
"I won't hide it from you, Lord Tian. That is indeed the case." Wei Zhao nodded frankly, making no attempt to conceal it. Although this was his first encounter with Di Xingdao, with Tianchan as a connection between them, he could be considered half one of their own.
Moreover, he had no confidence in his own situation right now and needed to learn more about the War Art of Creation from Di Xingdao so as not to follow in his footsteps. After all, Di Xingdao's meridians had been completely shattered and there was still Wei Zhao to save him—but if something happened to Wei Zhao himself, then he could truly only sit and wait for death.
Di Xingdao gasped sharply and said hurriedly, "Then you must stop at once—we have both been cultivating it wrong!"
"Wrong? Why?" Wei Zhao was stunned. From what he had just heard, he had only thought that this cultivation method carried certain risks, but it should not be entirely wrong—otherwise, how could both Di Xingdao and himself be unmatched among their peers and even capable of slaying opponents above their level? How else could that be explained?
Di Xingdao looked Wei Zhao up and down carefully once more before slowly speaking. "Let me ask you first—what is the Heavenly Dao?"