1428 1428. Shadow Domain

Noah couldn't help but remain speechless at Miss Void's statement. He didn't even hear her last line, but the part where she claimed to be a cultivator with a darkness aptitude caused a mess in his mind.

The inheritances that he had seized since his arrival in the Immortal Lands contained resources and techniques that anyone could learn. The divine cultivators would give more importance to their laws than to their elements. Learning those abilities was only a matter of suitability.

Noah was slightly different in that field. His ambition made him desire everything, and his species allowed him to endure almost any technique. He had yet to find something that he couldn't use. His versatility came from his vast accumulation in the lower plane.

That accumulation had allowed him to shine where everyone else had failed. The impossible requirements set by some inheritances were only hard challenges when he faced them.