At this moment, Bai Ze's deep, abyss-like eyes gazed calmly at the system interface before him. On the screen, a striking figure flashed—his Talent Points had already reached a staggering three hundred million!
Behind this astonishing number lay the countless days and nights of tireless effort he had spent in South Harbor.
To obtain these Talent Points, he had devoted himself to cultivating innumerable martial arts and divine abilities, enduring untold hardships.
Yet even with such an immense quantity of Talent Points, deriving the Dragon Subduing Prison Suppressing Emperor Art to the level of a half-step immortal art would not be difficult,
but deriving it in one stroke into a true "immortal art" still could not be guaranteed to succeed one hundred percent.
After all, immortal arts were supreme existences. Their difficulty was self-evident.
At that moment, Bai Ze gently closed his eyes, and a thought stirred in his heart.
In an instant, he began rapidly mobilizing that vast sea of Talent Points and pouring them into the derivation of the Dragon Subduing Prison Suppressing Emperor Art.
Unlike the instant derivations of the past, this one clearly required an enormous expenditure of time and effort.
It was as though every single Talent Point had to be used with utmost caution, as though the slightest mistake would cause all previous efforts to go down the drain.
Meanwhile, at this very moment, in an exceedingly concealed and mysterious location within the Chaos Void, an earth-shaking, hair-raising force suddenly surged forth without warning!
Like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, that force spread at an astonishing pace, so swift it defied imagination.
At the same time, the surrounding void, once calm as still water, shattered in an instant like glass struck savagely by a heavy hammer, letting out crisp cracking sounds.