Regardless of age or status, he considered himself several times superior to Lin Beichen, yet Lin Beichen dared to judge him.
This young man was truly disrespectful, and far too arrogant.
"Boy, are you also well-versed in the Perception Skill?"
Zhou Kuangtian lightly swept the Floating Dust in his hand, revealing a truth.
His eyes slightly closed, he chanted softly, and suddenly his aura shifted, his eyes flashing with a crystalline light, enveloping him as if with a crystalline barrier.
Then, Zhou Kuangtian opened his eyes again, releasing a faint yet agile perception.
Zhou Kuangtian was about to show off but noticed the mocking light in Lin Beichen’s eyes.
In an instant, Zhou Kuangtian’s heart trembled, and he immediately retracted his perception, a cold sweat already forming.
"Boy, why is your perception so powerful?"
Zhou Kuangtian stared at Lin Beichen in shock, his heart shaken to the core.
If he hadn’t been extremely cautious a moment ago, he nearly fell into Lin Beichen’s trap.
The Perception Skill always emphasized balance; perception is something embedded within the human soul, and as for matters concerning the Soul Technique, there is fundamentally no Cultivation Method.
As a cultivator, one can inhale the essence of nature over years and years of cultivation, gradually strengthening themselves, while also possessing a trace of special Spiritual Qi.
This Spiritual Qi can not only strengthen the body but also nourish the soul.
Zhou Kuangtian spent decades, especially the last twenty years, focusing on cultivating the Soul Technique.
He thought he could look down on the world, yet as soon as he displayed this move, it was akin to hitting an iron wall.
His twenty years of perception cultivation, compared to the opponent, was like tofu striking a stone.
How could there be such terrifying talent in this world?
With the soul enlarged to this extent, could this person be a thousand-year-old monster?
For a moment, Zhou Kuangtian was filled with countless thoughts.
"Your perception, can it be cultivated on its own?"
Lin Beichen asked curiously.
He wasn’t curious about Zhou Kuangtian’s Cultivation Technique, as Zhou Kuangtian’s decades of accumulated perception was merely one percent of his own.
What truly intrigued him was whether there really was a Cultivation Method in this world.
If there is a Cultivation Method, it can be continuously refined.
One generation may not achieve much, but over hundreds, thousands of years, there will always be those who break through.
Humans are but a speck of dust among all living things, but through relentless effort, they can gradually change the landscape, reshape the stars.
Zhou Kuangtian was dazed, the shock in his eyes growing more apparent.
"Forty years ago, I stumbled upon a magician, who was born with a mental anomaly, possessing a special device to amplify spiritual power, using it to perform magic.
No one in the world could see through his close-up magic, and he was hailed as the God Magician."
Zhou Kuangtian said coldly.
"It’s a pity this man was foolish, possessing terrifying talent yet using it to fool others with insignificant tricks.
I once invited him to cultivate with me, but he refused to give me face, so I cut off his limbs and submerged him in a special liquid for study day and night.
I spent twenty years, finally understanding a trace of spiritual method."
"I thought I had touched the taboos of the human body, the origins of life, but didn’t expect there to be talent greater than his in this world."
"You were already dabbling in forbidden research forty years ago, have you used this method to break through all these years?"
Lin Beichen suddenly said.
Zhou Kuangtian had not broken through to the Death Gate Realm.
Unlike the extraordinary experts Lin Beichen encountered on the mainland, after reaching Xiang Island, he heard countless praises of Zhou Kuangtian and subconsciously regarded Zhou Kuangtian as a high-level expert in the Death Gate Realm, but upon seeing him, realized it was not so.
Zhou Kuangtian was quite old, at least eighty years old; if he hadn’t opened the Celestial Gate and generated Spiritual Qi, he might not live much longer either.
The inability to suppress his own vitality indicated Zhou Kuangtian was merely lucky to be in an era when the Celestial Gate opened; otherwise, with his talent, he wouldn’t rank among the top few talents of this era.
But precisely because of the limitations of his human form, Zhou Kuangtian’s achievements were astonishing.
In the span of a mortal lifespan, he had acquired the strength to suppress talents all across Xiang Island.
Previously, he compared Zhou Kuangtian to Qin Wenwu, who cultivated for a millennium just to qualify for a few moves against Lin Beichen.
With mere decades of talent reaching that level, what inhumane methods did he employ?
"To cultivate and break through, one must employ methods that ordinary people dare not use."
Zhou Kuangtian said indifferently.
"Fifty years ago, I inherited a set of Cultivation Method from my master, who said there were people who surpassed the lifespan limits of this world, able to freely switch bodies, living hundreds to thousands of years.
I spent ten years researching, only to realize a harsh truth: mere talent doesn’t break through the Death Gate; one must have immense luck, and I, in this life, have no faith in luck."
"In my eyes, the cultivation technique defies Heavenly Dao, and if I fear not even that, why would I worry about trivial laws and morals?"
Zhou Kuangtian said coldly, spreading his hands wide, Gale swirling around him, making his Daoist Robe appear like a celestial garment.
"Decades have passed, everyone now sees me as a great master, asking me to be a representative for the southern sect of the Daoist Sect, but has anyone cared about my past deeds?"
"They don’t care simply because you haven’t been exposed yet."
Lin Beichen said indifferently, unwilling to waste more words on the matter.
Zhou Kuangtian spoke much, but its true meaning boiled down to one sentence.
Faced with an uncertain future, some raise knives against the strong, some against the weak.
Those who challenge the strong are considered heroes, those who target the weak are, though seemingly glamorous, merely cowards.
The discrepancy between his status and character necessitated Zhou Kuangtian to justify himself!
But no matter how much he said, it couldn’t change one fact.
His cultivation was earned from the weak.
In a few short sentences, killing intent surged between the two.
Zhou Kuangtian no longer wished to speak and stared coldly at Lin Beichen.
"You killed my disciple; today, I shall avenge him."
Zhou Kuangtian extended his arm, dark yellow with veins and arteries crisscrossing, as if numerous strange serpents lurked beneath the skin.
Seeing this, Lin Beichen’s eyes flickered, and he extended a finger.
The Withered Glory Body activated, and as Lin Beichen circulated Spiritual Qi, his arm gradually turned a bright, clear color.
Under the light, it seemed as if some energy was gathering.
"Young friend, our fight shall end in one move, yet you are so presumptuous; are you deliberately courting death?"
Zhou Kuangtian sneered, consolidating Spiritual Qi in one place, while the sun in the sky suddenly cast countless rays of golden light.
The bright sun shone down, a beam of light enveloping the highest peak of Jiulong Mountain, with Zhou Kuangtian, dressed in a dark Daoist Robe, seemingly ordained by heaven.
No matter how shameless Zhou Kuangtian’s words were, once in a confrontation, he became extremely serious, adhering to one principle.
He does not strike, but when he does, it’s to kill.
Mr. Gao once told Lin Beichen that when Zhou Kuangtian strikes, it’s often resolved in one move.
No matter the relationship, as long as they are deemed an enemy, he strikes without hesitation.
Instant kill moves, allowing no chance.
And at this moment, Zhou Kuangtian validated these words.
In one second, he was conversing amicably with Lin Beichen, but in the next, with a clap of his hands, the sky rumbled.
Spiritual Qi boiled violently, a dragon akin to the yin-yang Bagua erupted from his sleeves, swirling and rumbling in the wind.
Zhou Kuangtian stood atop the mountain cliff, his aura continually gathering, terrifying murderous intent aiming straight at Lin Beichen.
Seeing this terrifyingly boiling energy, Lin Beichen’s expression shifted slightly.
Just as Zhou Kuangtian expected Lin Beichen to act, he noticed Lin Beichen merely twirled his finger gently.
Spiritual Qi gathered in Lin Beichen’s palm, extending to his finger, spinning rapidly.