Little Nonpoint swayed on his feet, barely able to walk steadily. His claim that he was fine was hardly convincing.
“Child, are you really all right?” Shi Yunfeng asked worriedly.
“I'm fine.” Little Nonpoint wiped nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
"I'm just a little numb."
After being struck by lightning, how could he not be?
“Huh? Why did I turn black?” Little Nonpoint noticed the change and raised his hand to inspect it.
Then he sniffed his arm and nodded. "Smells a bit like roasted meat."
Everyone struggled not to laugh. At least they were sure the lightning hadn't hurt him.
"Unbelievable. Someone in the Blood Moving Realm withstood the might of Heaven," Shi Qingfeng's great-grandfather exclaimed.
“You got that wrong, Great-Grandfather.” The tingling in Little Nonpoint's body gradually faded, and he rubbed his skin.
Charred old skin peeled away, revealing fresh skin that gleamed beneath.
It shone with a strange radiance, as though light flowed beneath its surface.
"I'm in the Grotto-Heaven Realm now!"
No sooner had Little Nonpoint spoken than grotto-heavens resembling volcanoes appeared around him.
Vigorous essence surged within them, brimming with boundless power. Runes flickered, revealing the mysteries of Heaven and Earth.
Essence from the void was swallowed whole, dragged into the grotto-heavens with plundering force to refine its divine essence and nourish Little Nonpoint.
“Five Grotto-Heavens?!” Shi Yunfeng cried out. He could scarcely believe his eyes.
Little Nonpoint had only just entered the Grotto-Heaven Realm. How had he opened five grotto-heavens at once?
Little Nonpoint stopped rubbing at his old skin. He looked at the grotto-heavens surrounding him and scratched his head in confusion.
"Why are there so many? Ah, my hair!"
He had noticed his rather unusual hairstyle. He hurried to the lakeside and leaned over to look at his reflection.
“Ah! How did