Seizing the Cudgel

Yuan Ming followed the method he had learned from Su Yingxue and quickly undid the restrictions, recovering all of his mana.

He did not rise. Instead, he circulated all his mana and sent it rushing toward every node in the flow of his qi and blood.

Soon, a faint whistle split the air as a silver needle flew out from Yuan Ming's chest. It was precisely the Taiyin Silver Needle that had sealed his body cultivator abilities.

Previously, with his mana sealed, he had been unable to do anything about these silver needles. Now that his mana had returned, breaking them was much easier.

Successive whistles rang out. Before long, all thirty-two Taiyin Silver Needles had been forced out.

He put away the thirty-two silver needles, then summoned his main soul from the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron's space. Only once all his divine abilities had been restored did he feel slightly reassured.

After doing all this, Yuan Ming finally released his Spiritual Sense and probed the surroundings.

Before long, a glint of surprise flashed through his eyes. Within this sea of lava, which appeared to be a place of certain death, there were actually many intense fluctuations of spiritual power.

After getting to his feet, Yuan Ming looked up at the sky. Rather than rashly taking flight, he stirred his mana slightly and rode the slab of rock beneath his feet, gliding rapidly across the lava lake as though skiing.

A series of bang bang collisions rang out.

The rock slab beneath Yuan Ming's feet was like a black ferryboat, continuously smashing aside the rock slabs blocking its path as it shot forward.

In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yuan Ming arrived before a black rock island far larger than the others, like an island