"Created?"
The word hung in the air, vibrating with a significance I didn't yet grasp. I frowned, my brow furrowing as I looked inward at the silver-white galaxy swirling within my shadow.
"Didn't I just copy the cultivation method from that dark realm monster? I used his body, his memories, and his race's innate infestation ability. How is that creating something new?"
[Of course not! You did not simply mimic a scavenger,] Yonker's voice boomed, carries a rare trace of genuine wonder.
[You took a forbidden parasitic art, merged it with a human soul, bridged it across a fractured shadow dimension, and fueled the entire transition with the berserk essence of a higher-grade beast bone.
What you have done, Hye, is weave a new cultivation path—one that is unique only to you. It exists nowhere else in the records of the system.]
