In the darkness, Mo Yun raced toward North Mountain Summit like a streak of lightning.
On the way, Mo Yun added the white point he had just condensed to his life.
After a series of changes, Mo Yun felt his bone root, comprehension, perception, and other qualities improve once again.
At the same time, the Virtual Panel flashed, and his attributes quietly changed.
[Life 12] [Available points: black 1, white 0]
His life rose from eleven to twelve, and his white points returned to zero.
"The future looks bright!"
Mo Yun sprinted onward, reaching North Mountain Summit in little more than a hundred breaths.
Yet the moment he reached the summit, a strange expression crossed his face.
"That's not right. Where's the pressure? Why is it gone?"
Mo Yun was somewhat bewildered. He discovered that he suddenly could no longer feel the oppressive pressure on the summit.
"Could the Village Master have withdrawn the martial dao will he left here?"
Mo Yun dismissed the thought as soon as it arose.
"He shouldn't have withdrawn it. I still sensed that pressure when I practiced the Nameless Fist Technique here this morning, so why...?"
Mo Yun frowned, his face full of confusion.
Soon, something seemed to occur to him. He quickly held his breath and focused, closing his eyes slightly and extending his perception to its fullest as he carefully felt his surroundings.
A moment later, Mo Yun froze, his expression growing even stranger.
He discovered that the pressure had not vanished. Rather, the burden it placed on him was now so slight that he could barely feel it. His senses had simply overlooked it until he deliberately focused on it just now.
"In my current state, the martial dao will the Village Master left behind has a negligible effect