Liu Wuxie wondered whether the Desolate Devouring Art, at a higher level, could one day devour dao techniques. If he slew someone who had mastered a formidable dao technique, could he absorb not only their memories but also their dao itself?0

This was only speculation. The Desolate Devouring Art had not yet developed such an ability, but who could say what the future held? A few years ago, he never would have imagined it reaching its current level.0

For now, Liu Wuxie was focused on consolidating his cultivation and organizing Ru Shou's memories. He could feel that the rise of his cultivation had slowed down after his accumulated foundation had nearly run dry.0

The reason he had broken through three levels in succession was largely due to external treasures. 0

Liu Wuxie's divine sense entered his soul sea, diving deep into the fragmented memories of Ru Shou. It took him an entire day to sort through them. Though the memories were highly fragmented, Liu Wuxie reconstructed some of them, relying on his divine sense and the Heavenly Dao Book.0

Ru Shou was eight feet tall. He had golden hair, with each strand resembling a spike and brimming with powerful metal-attribute...0