Deduction, disassembly, deduction, and disassembly, endlessly…
Endlessly repeating these three steps, Ye Chen silently comprehended the Heavenly and Myriad Techniques realized from past and present lifetimes.
His body was also accompanied by Chaos Light, boiling, surging, and magnificent, condensing mist and steam.
In the end, the movements of his hands became slower, and the divine skills deduced became fewer, even the moves seemed to blur, no longer the myriad divine skills once learned.
Whether it was the Flower-picking Finger, a palm thrust, or Inch Fist, they were clearly just a simple palm, a simple finger, or a simple punch, yet Ye Chen interpreted them into a myriad of transformations; neither palm, nor finger, nor fist, all kinds of changes were between his hands.
And as the palm, finger, and punch moved, the Chaos Dao Trace accompanied the deduction, with a Dao pulsing, exuding magnificent grandeur, also appearing unfathomable, all within.
