The Vast Immortal Realm, boundless and stretching endlessly, was filled with magnificent and marvelous mountains and lands.
As Chu Mo walked among these mountains and lands, he continually comprehended the various Dao principles contained between Heaven and Earth. At the same time, he was studying the Six Word Mantra of Buddhism left to him by the old monk, as well as the techniques within a jade slip from the Daoist Sect.
Before the old monk passed into Buddhahood, his last words stated that these two techniques were not divine abilities but saint arts!
In the past few days, Chu Mo had searched on the faith plaque but had not found any records related to the words "saint arts." Thus, Chu Mo still had his doubts but dared not confirm the true class of the so-called saint arts.
However, one thing he had come to understand very clearly.
The world's strongest cultivator—the supreme—was not the true end point for a cultivator. Rather, it seemed like another beginning!
