Indeed, each individual's comprehension of the same path would vary, leading to classifications among cultivators.
Supreme paragons were those who had grasped the most rudimentary understanding of the laws. Half-immortals were those who had achieved greater mastery, and only true immortals had completely mastered the laws, allowing them to delve into the river of time and gain deeper insights into the principles of the heavens and earth.
Once one law was perfected, they could begin to understand the others.
While Severin had attained a high level of mastery in the laws of creation and swordsmanship, he still had some distance to go before achieving perfection.
Perfection in a law meant having complete control over it, allowing the cultivator to unleash its boundless power.
Take the laws of creation for example, Severin could not yet create life from nothing or revive the dead, but he could increase the lifespan of herbs and accelerate the growth of trees. Of course, there were limitations even within the laws of creation. However, things became different when it came to the Rules of Time.
After all, the power of time was inexorable; it affects everyone, even true immortals had yet to transcend the river of time and were still subjected to its influence.
However, the lifespan of true immortals was exceedingly long, spanning eons that ordinary individuals could not even fathom.
Of course, to Severin, such concepts were still distant dreams.
He was only an eighth-grade supreme paragon then, still some distance away from becoming a true immortal. Thinking too much about it would only add unnecessary worries and troubles.
The shriveled parts became plump and full, and the dried leaves turned from yellow to lush green. Severin even noticed the herb, originally only three hundred years old, seemed to have increased in age, showing traces of growth similar to an eighth-grade herb.
"Hahaha! With this lifesaving trump card, even a half-immortal master wouldn't intimidate me!" Severin was particularly delighted, and thus unable to contain his laughter.
In the future, no matter how severe his injuries, as long as the power of creation remained, he could instantly heal himself.
After heartily laughing for a while, he quickly stored away his herb. He then clenched his fist to feel the surging and terrifying power within him. "If I face Grenn again, I can deliver a fatal blow with a single strike!"
Severin's confidence soared with the successful cultivation of the Triumphal Creation technique. His strength had increased significantly since his breakthrough.
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