Blackie's Bloodline Awakens, the Puppet Master's Whereabouts

Day after day passed. Qin Yang holed up alone in Desperate Estate, devoting himself to cultivation. He had pushed open the Black Jade Divine Gate, so at least there was still some hope. He was not afraid of waiting; he was only afraid there would be no hope, no possibility at all.

Reconstructing the ruined Dao Palace was likewise a matter of patiently proceeding step by step. It could not be rushed. Yet the improvement in his strength was tangible. Though in terms of the quantity of True Essence, this slight increase in realm made little difference.

But after advancing in realm, it brought comprehensive improvements—from the physical body to the divine soul, to the quality of his True Essence, and more...

In the blink of an eye, three months passed. Qin Yang suddenly woke from his cultivation.

He released Blackie. The Blackie of old had already turned into a Blood Cocoon, covered in countless strange runes brimming with fierce aura, as though some peerless ferocious creature were about to awaken within.

A thumping heartbeat sounded from inside the Blood Cocoon. With every beat, the strange runes on its surface flashed for an instant. Threads of baleful aura rose up, only to be absorbed back in immediately.

Feeling the Blood Cocoon's savage might, Qin Yang gently stroked it, delight on his face. Being fiercer was good. Blackie was a good child.

So much time had passed, yet Blackie's aura had vanished completely. He looked as though he were dead. If not for the skill showing no reaction, Qin Yang would have thought Blackie was dead no matter how he looked at him. Now that his heartbeat had finally sounded again, it seemed Blackie was about to wake up.

"You'll wake up soon, right? Once you do, I'll take you to