Over the next few weeks, Mei Ling introduced Shenlong to parts of the sect that most disciples never even knew existed. There were underground chambers where ancient cultivation formations pulsed with forgotten energy, libraries of forbidden texts that could grant unimaginable power—at a cost.
One night, deep within a hidden chamber, Mei Ling showed him a technique that had been banned by the sect's elders for centuries: the Soul Devouring Art. It was a forbidden technique that allowed the user to absorb the cultivation base of defeated enemies, hastening their own growth at the expense of others.
"This technique is dangerous," Mei Ling warned. "It's been known to drive cultivators mad with power. But in the right hands, it can elevate someone to a level beyond anything this sect teaches."
Shenlong stared at the ancient scroll, his mind racing. The temptation was great. He had already unlocked incredible power from the pendant, but this… this could take him to heights he had never imagined. However, the risks were clear. Once he stepped onto this path, there would be no turning back.
Shenlong reached out and took the scroll, his resolve unshakable. "I'm ready."
Mei Ling's eyes gleamed with approval. "Good. Then let's begin."
As Shenlong delved deeper into the forbidden arts, his power grew exponentially. But with that power came new dangers, new enemies, and the constant threat of losing himself to the darkness.
The road ahead was fraught with peril, but Shenlong had made his choice. He would rise, no matter the cost.