Ever since Ye Zhen's second Martial Vein, the Black Dragon Martial Vein, had been forged within the Black Dragon Secret Palace, it had broken through his cultivation—but all this time, it had been like a dead thing.
When he diligently practiced the Black Dragon Hegemony Style he had obtained in the Black Dragon Secret Palace, he could barely stir the Black Dragon Martial Vein, as though unsealing it. Yet the effect had gradually weakened until Ye Zhen finally gave up.
So many years had passed. Ye Zhen had tried every method he could think of—civil and martial. When the Four-colored Innate Soul Light had formed, he had even deliberately used it to stimulate the vein.
But none of it had worked. The Black Dragon Martial Vein remained as though frozen in ice, without the slightest movement, until Ye Zhen had nearly given up on it altogether.
But today, as Ye Zhen flew above the sea, the Black Dragon Martial Vein, frozen as if in ice, actually stirred. The black radiance within the vein wriggled like flesh worms, then began to melt away like thawing ice and snow.
How could Ye Zhen not be shocked?
The Black Dragon Martial Vein, which had always been motionless like a dead vein, had actually come alive above this ocean?
Ye Zhen had experienced this sensation before while practicing the Black Dragon Hegemony Style. But back then, the Black Dragon Martial Vein had unsealed itself ten times, even dozens of times, more slowly—so slowly that it had driven Ye Zhen to despair.
Yet now, Ye Zhen could clearly sense the hope of the Black Dragon Martial Vein being unsealed.
But just as the Black Dragon Martial Vein began to unseal itself at an exceedingly slow pace, an indescribable sensation suddenly rose in Ye Zhen's heart.