The Royal Secret Realm was so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
A tall, slender figure sat cross-legged atop an ancient platform, composed and serene. His hands formed a seal before his abdomen as the Ancient God Canon automatically circulated within him.
With every breath, countless streams of pure, milky-white mist flowed in and out through his mouth and nose, rolling like dragons.
The enormous cloud of mist swirling around him periodically contracted and expanded, over and over. From a distance, it seemed as if a giant dragon truly slept there, breathing in essence.
At that moment, within Mu Chen.
Deep in the chaos, eight Purple Moons appeared together, illuminating boundless light.
Suspended high in the chaotic firmament, the eight Purple Moons radiated a mysterious glow. Their light then revealed eight radiant moon patterns across his skin, as if they had been there from birth.
The spiritual energy mist rolling in from outside was wholly absorbed by the Purple Moons.
Eight moons appearing together—that was the Eight Spirit Veins!
There were nine Spirit Veins, with the seventh, eighth, and ninth grades considered divine.
Take Ji Xuan, for instance. With merely a fifth-grade Heavenly Meridian, he was already hailed throughout the Holy Spirit Academy as a peerless prodigy, one rarely seen in ten thousand years. They planned to spare no resources in cultivating him.
What would he think if he knew about this?
Having cultivated the Pagoda God Art to its third stage, Mu Chen had finally obtained the key his mother left behind. He had opened the seal and unlocked the Eight Spirit Veins.
From then on, Mu Chen's cultivation speed would surge.
Even in daily life, when he wasn't actively cultivating, the Eight Spirit Veins within him would continuously draw spiritual energy from