Shi Hou trembled slightly with excitement.
A pitch-black Heavenly Cave quietly took shape above his head.
There were no clouds of radiant light filling the sky or thunderous echoes of the Great Dao like Shi Hao's.
Nor were there cascading runes, an exploding firmament, or trembling mountains and rivers.
It caused even less of a stir than his own father's.
It simply formed in silence, like a drop of ink falling into water, condensing into a deep black vortex three feet above Shi Hou's head.
There was no radiance of life within the vortex, no surging spiritual energy.
Only pure blackness.
Shi Hou looked up at the black mass.
He clenched his fists tighter.
The tingling in his scalp faded, and an unprecedented sense of fullness flooded his body.
Every finger had grown considerably stronger than before.
Excitement.
Irrepressible excitement.
I opened a Heavenly Cave too?!
Even if he only had one, and it was pitch-black.
Compared with Shi Hao's four suns, it was like lighting up a firefly beside the bright moon.
But so what?
He neither cultivated runes nor comprehended precious techniques, nor did he sense the Great Dao of heaven and earth.
Through his own efforts, with a pot and a knife, he had forced his blood qi value past twenty million.
After all the hardships along the way, the melon had finally ripened and dropped from its stem-his efforts had borne fruit. For a moment, boundless pride surged through him.
A cook could open a Heavenly Cave too.
Blood qi could also break through realms.
Shi Hou slapped his shoulder.
"Wake up."
Kang snorted, cracking its mung-bean eyes open a sliver.
Shi Hou pointed above his head with a trembling finger.
"Look! Your master opened a Heavenly Cave!"
Kang's mung-bean eyes slowly rolled upward. They lingered