948 The Art of Ultimate Heaven (2/2)
Yun Yang was surprised at the changes within himself. Other than the leap in his cultivation base and astonishment that racked him, he was also aware of several gazes trained on him. They were Shi Wuchen and friends, all eight of them focusing their sights on him. Their gazes looked as if they were staring at a deity, brimming with respect and admiration.
Among them, there were three men who were strangers… Three men who had never seen him – how could they admire him and even respect him?
Nevertheless, Yun Yang could discern that these three men – no, all eight men's reverence to him came from the bottom of their hearts, sincere and genuine. This confused him further.
When they saw him finally awakened from the hellish drill and recuperation state, all eight men called out in unison, ”Boss!”
Scratching his head, Yun Yang looked stumped. They had just trained once together; why did everyone willingly acknowledge him as the boss? Did it not sound a little too much like child's play?
The Demiurge-Flawed Ten were not average men. Possessing the titles and reputations they had today, they must have met too many unfair encounters. Each and every one of them had to be resilient, prideful individuals. It was like a joke to see them submit so easily!
Yun Yang had even come up with a number of methods to assert his dominance for the Demiurge-Flawed Ten. One of these included his countermeasure if all eight of them were to gang up to isolate and deplete his energy, branching off into even more extreme strategies… Now, it looked like he did not need them anymore. Not only was there no need for him to use an extreme measure, but he also did not even have to resort to the most basic approach of gentleness and winning their hearts.
Although Yun Yang had always regarded himself highly, never one to demean himself simply, his confidence had yet to reach the level of enabling newcomers to bow to him once they met, especially when these handful still looked untamed. Yet, when they looked at him, the genuine reverence, specifically the awe and the self-depreciation, were exceptionally apparent.
Despite that, what perplexed Yun Yang the most was that all eight men were much stronger than him if they had looked only at mystical Qi… While he had a huge improvement after this hell of a drill, the men in front of him had similarly become better. Why were they admiring him then?
He must say, however, that being admired felt great!
”You all did quite well!” Dong Qitian praised faintly.
He had worked very, very hard to suppress his emotions, calming down his ecstasy. This was the outcome of a strenuous attempt to control his speech's speed in an effort to maintain his distant and indifferent attitude.
In spite of it, what he involuntarily said had still exposed his honest thoughts. Dong Qitian had only wanted to say ”You all were somewhat mediocre.” but he felt that he could not let these words slip past his lips. Given his status, he truly did not want to go against his conscience and utter absurdities.
All nine men looked up at Dong Qitian, waiting for his explanation. They were not stupid, they knew that Dong Qitian must have had his reasons in using this approach, and they did reap incredible benefits from the brutality.
Guo Nuanyang, who had the highest cultivation base among all, had officially stepped into second-level Saint through this hellish drill after being stuck at first level Saint pinnacle for two years.
All of them would never believe it if Dong Qitian's method held no deeper meaning.
”What I did to all of you is called the Art of Ultimate Heaven. It's an arcane method of my sect, only executed during the selection of internal disciples. Those who went through this art would have to best opportunity to display their talent, resilience, endurance and potential! This is because when all the senses are sealed, what's left to fuel the perseverance is only your true self.”