Sword Drawn, I Depart from Afar

Jiang Wang finished his battle in the Great Void Illusion Realm. Without utilizing his Supernatural Inner Palace, the fight had not been easy, yet he still emerged victorious more often than not, gradually accumulating Merit.

At his current stage, the strongest opponents he encountered were ordinary Inner Palace cultivators at the Three Palaces level. Jiang Wang estimated that further down the line, he would have to face those at the Four Palaces, Five Palaces, or even those with a Supernatural Inner Palace.

On the Dao Evolution Platform, he exhausted all his accumulated Merit to deduce the Decaying Wood Art, barely pushing it to the Grade A Low-tier.

The cultivation threshold for a Grade A Low-tier Dao technique was merely the Soaring Dragon Realm, which naturally left Jiang Wang unsatisfied.

Therefore, although he had studied it diligently, he did not imprint it into his Inner Palace. It would require at least one more upgrade to be viable.

Xiang Qian had been asleep for three days and three nights.

Jiang Wang had been keeping watch by his side the entire time.

During this period, An'an's Cloud Crane had been flying back and forth incessantly. If the crane hadn't been a construct of Dao techniques, it would have surely died of exhaustion long ago.

It took all of Jiang Wang's coaxing to finally settle her down.

The Decaying Wood Art itself had no fixed form; it was more like an evolution of power. It was similar to Totem Power or Star Power, though it lacked their grandeur. Instead, it appeared dark and narrow.

That gray, decaying power was incredibly bizarre. It carried a sense of extinguishing vitality, yet it was not pure death energy. If one had to describe it, it would simply be the word "decaying wood" itself; the name of the