In the palm of Yang Zhen's outstretched hand, a small cloud was floating, exactly like the white clouds in the sky, constantly changing in shape. It emitted a terrifying surge of vital energy.
"Did Yang Zhen understand some heaven-level martial skills?"
"That white cloud in his hand, it's giving me a palpitation feeling. What kind of martial skill is this, it's so strange?"
Everyone inside Ghost Sees Sorrow looked at Yang Zhen with startled faces. Although Yang Zhen looked like a fool at the moment, this kind of foolishness was a state that everyone had been pursuing all their lives.
Insight!
There were many kinds of insight. Some people could understand the true meaning of power through insight, some people could feel the ultimate truth of life, and some people could even realize the martial skills and cultivation methods they had been unable to successfully practice through insight.