"It's thirty-six patterns."
The Eternal Immortal was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke:
"My thinking is still limited. For now, don't tell others about your awakening of thirty-six-pattern Divine Power."
"Alright."
"Chenzhou, you have the potential to become a God. Really, it's even greater than mine or the Dragon King's."
The Eternal Immortal revealed a brilliant smile, pure and innocent as an old farmer rejoicing in a bountiful harvest.
Human civilization finally has hope, and it's not just a fleeting, illusory chance.
He saw the reverberations of the future; dawn was drawing near.
"Chenzhou, do you have regrets?"
"Regret what?"
"Regret not making [Thirty-Six Transformations] your first and foremost foundation when breaking through to the Heavenly Realm. That determines your ultimate achievement in Martial Arts."
"I think it's all the same. Compared to the transformations of Divine Power, it's spear skill I pursue."
