The Life Devouring Art had only just been created, and there were still many imperfections.
Jiang Ping An was not satisfied with stopping there.
Instead, he settled his mind and carefully refined every detail of this newborn divine art.
He repeatedly deduced the trajectories of the laws' operation, making minor adjustments in the hope that the Life Devouring Art could be unleashed more smoothly in actual combat.
Of course, he had not forgotten to comprehend the Divine Dao Laws.
Laws were the foundation of all arts. If the foundation was unstable, then no matter how exquisite an art was, it would be difficult for it to display its power.
Jiang Ping An was immersed in his comprehension when the God Sound Talisman at his waist trembled slightly, transmitting Li Xi's cool, indifferent voice.
"The time is about right. It is time to come out and compete for Sacred Blood."
Jiang Ping An slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of daze flashed through them.
"Has it been seven hundred years? Time passed so quickly."
Throwing himself wholeheartedly into cultivation had made him completely overlook the passage of time. It felt as though he had only been in seclusion for a short while.
He stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff limbs. His bones let out faint crackling sounds.
With a wave of his hand, he opened the room's barrier and stepped out of the Cultivation Room.
The great hall outside was still empty. Light streamed through the windows, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow across the floor.
Li Xi stood at the entrance to the hall with her back to him.
She was still dressed in an immaculate white robe, her posture straight and upright, like a cold pine atop a solitary peak.
Hearing his footsteps, Li Xi turned