On the ground, the eyeball beneath Dongfang Chonglou's eyelid shifted almost imperceptibly.
He had actually regained consciousness the instant he drank the [Heavenly Treasure True Essence Water].
But he... didn't want to open his eyes.
Why? Because it was so damn humiliating!
He had used a secret art, borrowed outside power, and had more than twenty people form a formation to assist him. And what happened? Jiang Tian had slapped him flying, embedding him in the ground like a rag!
And that wasn't even enough to withstand a single exchange.
He couldn't understand it. How long had it been since their last secret realm?
How had Jiang Tian become this strong? Was that guy's cultivation speed really flying?
As he wondered, a faint, tearing sensation suddenly came from his dantian.
He secretly looked within, and his heart sank. Although the [Heavenly Treasure True Essence Water] had healed most of the injuries to his body, his Dao Foundation was still covered in countless fine cracks, like a mirror on the verge of shattering.
This injury would have an immeasurable impact on his future Dao Path!
The eyeball beneath Dongfang Chonglou's eyelid shifted even more.
Jiang Tian...!
Meanwhile.
Jiang Tian ran to two more camps clustered together and pocketed everyone's Entry points.
As the last batch of glowing dots sank into the space between his brows, the number on the panel finally jumped to a milestone that made his heart race.
Ten million.
"Phew—"
Jiang Tian let out a long breath of stale air and hovered high above the ground, letting the biting wind brush across his face.
Uncontrollable excitement and anticipation surged in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted on their own.
"Prismatic Entries... they're finally here."
He licked his slightly dry lips, his gaze falling on the