Ning Wangshu had no idea that the people of the Holy Light Court had already set their sights on him.
He continued practicing the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skill.
Another two days passed. It was the morning of the twelfth day of the first lunar month.
Ning Wangshu formed an intricate hand seal, his eyes tightly closed as an indescribable aura stirred within him. After an unknown length of time, he suddenly opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his mouth...
"Fifth Realm, Ninth Turn! I finally broke through!"
Ning Wangshu was delighted.
But just then, his heart suddenly gave a powerful, vigorous thump. A blood-red light, so dark it carried a hint of black-purple, burst forth.
At the same time, a Mysterious Power suddenly surged out from his heart...
"Rumble—"
In that instant, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skill, which Ning Wangshu had already stopped circulating, began running rapidly on its own, frantically devouring the Mysterious Power surging from his heart.
Ning Wangshu was startled.
"This... this is the power released by that drop of giant's Essence Blood that fused with my heart back then! Why has it suddenly erupted with such tremendous power for the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skill to absorb?"
Ning Wangshu was at a loss.
What was happening now was almost exactly like when that drop of Essence Blood had fused with his heart. An immense Mysterious Power was pouring out of the drop of blood in a frenzy.
His Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skill didn't need him to activate it at all. It ran on its own, greedily devouring that Mysterious Power as his cultivation advanced at an astonishing pace...
After all, ever since that drop of Essence Blood had fused with Ning Wangshu's heart, it had released that Mysterious Power whenever he practiced the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skill,