"The Secret Technique I obtained was actually invented by a human genius who swore revenge on my Divine Race," the fake Ding Luo explained. "He faced a situation similar to yours. The difference was, he didn't have me to help him, so he could only watch helplessly as his family was executed. In the end, he nearly went insane. Years later, he became one of the Mixed Race and invented this powerful Secret Technique that unearths strength at any cost."
"...So you're saying situations like ours... there are many of them among the Endless Divine Race?" Ding Yiran read between the lines.
"Yes. A great many," the fake Ding Luo sighed. "Alright, enough chatter. Let's continue. I need to warn you first: even if you make such a huge sacrifice—giving up your potential and burning through your lifespan to cultivate this technique to Great Success—at best, you'll only be about as strong as the lowest-ranking soldiers in the Divine Army. Are you... still willing to practice it?"
