Even Feng Wu was lost in thought. Perhaps following such an unparalleled genius would not disgrace her.
Six months passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those six months, Shi Yongheng consolidated his cultivation and discovered a mysterious place, seemingly the burial site of someone in the Immortal Dao Domain. More importantly, he obtained a mass of immortal blood. This was his greatest gain, millions upon millions of times more precious than any divine or sacred medicine.
It looked like a single drop, yet sinking into it was like plunging into a vast ocean.
Shi Yongheng immersed himself directly in it. Had the long passage of time not stripped away so much of its violent power, he could never have done so.
Even then, the energy remaining in that essence blood nearly burst him apart.
Even with all 1,296 major acupoints absorbing it together, and his Unique Heavenly Passage gulping it down and expanding,
his entire body cracked under the pressure. He nearly exploded, his eyes bloodshot and his whole body crimson, as though he were a man made of blood.
With that powerful energy and the insights into the Immortal Dao Domain lingering in the tomb, he gained a rudimentary understanding, though he could not comprehend them fully.
Strands of order, rules, and more descended from above and entwined him.
Time passed. One day, two days, three days...
Fragments of time scattered. Here, the passage of years could not be felt; time alone flowed onward, while the man comprehending the Dao became like stone, motionless, as though all existence had faded from him.
Only after many days—perhaps dozens, perhaps hundreds—did he revive and awaken. To him, it felt as though only an instant had passed, leaving little impression.
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