As the final wisp of black energy sank into the [Life and Death Book], the [Life and Death Book] once again condensed an Imperial Edict.
Just like before, the moment the Imperial Edict hovered in midair, it sank into Zheng Que's brow.
Zheng Que raised a hand to his head. After a bout of pain, he opened his eyes again and found himself back inside the Bronze Tripod.
In the pitch-black interior, the Spirit Stone in his palm was the only source of light.
Zheng Que looked down. Only a quarter of the Spirit Stone remained; he could cultivate with it one last time.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Now, the Imperial Edicts at his brow had stacked up to five.
Changfu Town had been wiped out, and the [Life and Death Book] now held more than a thousand names.
Every forty-nine names could condense one Imperial Edict...
At this rate, for the next stretch of time, he would be able to condense a new Imperial Edict almost every time he cultivated.
Thinking this, Zheng Que put away the Spirit Stone, then pushed open the tripod's lid and looked outside.
Qing Li stood guard beside the Bronze Tripod. Nothing around them seemed amiss.
Yin energy permeated the air, and the cold was like ice. The sky was especially dark, as if dawn were just around the corner.
Zheng Que couldn't help but nod to himself. Spending the night inside this Bronze Tripod had worked even better than he'd imagined. Throughout the night, it seemed no ghosts had noticed the aura of a living person.
Of course, cultivating inside the Bronze Tripod meant he couldn't absorb Spirit Power from the outside world. He could only cultivate using Spirit Stones.
Thinking this, Zheng Que calculated the time. It was