But Meng Zhao had only a general direction; he had yet to find any concrete method of implementation.
At this moment, the vast Five Elements Vital Energy entered his body, causing five-colored radiance to shine from his entire form. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys received an enormous infusion of vital energy, faintly giving rise to unusual changes—but not all of them were beneficial.
Meng Zhao sensed it carefully. Whenever he detected a threat, such as a direction of mutation harmful to himself, he immediately activated the Purple Origin Dragon Blood within him, sealing off the vital energy from entering his body and grinding it away completely, converting it into primordial power.
Thus he pressed onward, enduring, absorbing, and refining. Though Meng Zhao's physical foundation received an exceedingly slight improvement, he still had no direction in comprehending the martial arts of the Five Directions Banner Order—not even the faintest clue.
He used a secret art to turn his body into a sealed prison, blocking the vast Five Elements Vital Energy from entering. At last, his gaze fell upon the Emperor Stele. Could it be that it would ultimately come down to this?
He knew little of the Emperor Stele's origins, but it should have been created by Shaohao, with Emperor Yu later adding further methods to it.
With a shift of Meng Zhao's mind, his thoughts began to turn. Within his Sea of Consciousness, a wisp of spiritual power drifted from his body and attached itself to the Emperor Stele. Methods of sending one's spirit out of the body for enlightenment were exceedingly dangerous. Only because Meng Zhao had cultivated Great Grandmaster martial arts did he dare to be so unrestrained; otherwise, spiritual damage might leave a crack in the mind, making it impossible ever again to reach the