Afterabriefrest,ImademywaytotheAsuraDivineHalltoseekmymaster.Thatwastheentirepurposeofthistrip.
“Master…isitpossibleformytalenttobefurtherenhanced?”
Heglancedatme,thenbehindme—asifseeingsomeoneelse.Hisbrowsfurrowedslightly,andafaintsmileappearedatthecornerofhislips.
“Yourtalent…IbelieveIunderstandsomethingnow.”
AlthoughIhadonlymettheDivineLordofAsuraafewtimes,herarelyshowedanyexpressionbeyondcalmindifference.IsthathowallgreatbeingsoftheDaoorBuddhapathare—sereneandunmovedwithin?
Hecontinued,
“Asyourcultivationgrows,thesealonyourinnategiftwillgraduallyloosen—untilitiscompletelyrestored.ThatisaheightevenSaintswouldenvy.”
“Thesealedgift?”
“ThesecretsofHeavenmustnotberevealed,”herepliedcryptically.“However,Icanlendyouaportionofyourtalent—butyoumustpayapriceinreturn.”
Heraisedoneelegantfinger,andinthenextinstant,asoftwhitelightradiatedfrommybody.Mythoughtsbecamestartlinglyclear,andIfeltabreakthroughstirringinmycultivation.Twominuteslater,thelightfaded,andmyrealmhadadvancedtotheMidFoundationEstablishmentstage.Mymindfeltlikeithadbeensweptclean—questionsIoncehadaboutcultivationweresuddenlycrystalclear.
Thenmymasterslowlyadded,
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