"Brother Qin, you can take a look, you can learn something."
Xiang Fei's eyes were fixed on the Divine Skills manifestation—it was the most terrifying scene he had ever witnessed.
Qin Yang said, "Learn what?"
"Feel it properly, it's different from yours," Xiang Fei bluntly told Qin Yang. "Brother Lin's way of showing off is different from yours. Yours is direct and crude, but in front of Brother Lin, it's not even worth mentioning. The two aren't in the same league; the gap is enormous, an unbridgeable chasm."
The Buddha's Saint Heir knelt before the Divine Skills domain.
He dared not step inside.
The terrifying anomalies conjured by the cultivation of Divine Skills were overwhelming: dazzling golden lands, sinister and dark Abysses—several irreconcilable scenes merging into one, pounding relentlessly against his Buddha's Heart.
"How can such a thing exist? To cultivate Divine Skills to this level... Is this truly what it's like?"
