At this moment, within the mysterious Yuandao World, Han Yi suddenly thought of whether he could comprehend this Tao Skill.
A thought flickered, and he had decided to give it a try.
Han Yi stretched out his hand, and a grey light burst forth from the palm, morphing into different shapes. This grey light was the Manifestation of the Four Origins Tao Skills.
He closed his eyes, focusing his Immortal Sense Skill on the Tao Skill.
One moment, two moments, three moments, a full ten moments passed with no change, but Han Yi remained patient. At the twentieth moment, a vague fluctuation approached from afar, arriving in front of Han Yi, who suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as lightning, staring at the grey light hovering before him.
At this moment, the rate at which the light changed form was visibly slowing down to the naked eye.
Then, after completely ceasing to change, the grey light began to expand as if it had received some sort of supplement.
