"Looks like I still need to create a Technique in the end," stated Necro as he browsed through his knowledge bank, extracting and extrapolating various information related to cultivation. "However, rather than create something that'll speed up and assist my cultivation, I'll have to create one that'll slow and restrain my cultivation."
In a never-before-seen case like this one, there was only one thing that could and should be done.
"The cultivation technique I create," said Necro, "it has to be one that prioritizes quality."
Only that way could he fully take advantage of his ludicrous cultivation speed.
Necro opened his palm, and a single thread of pale silver qi drifted upward—thin, fragile, but impossibly pure.
"Everyone chases more… more Qi, more power, more breakthroughs." His voice was quiet, thoughtful. "But what's the point of an ocean… if it's poisoned?"
He closed his eyes.
