Every tiny drop of the Space-Time Worm's blood he drank-less than 0.1 milliliters-deducted years from his lifespan!
At least five or six years, and as many as seven or eight.
Of course, the abundant energy in its blood also increased his attribute points, which could almost offset the lost lifespan.
After he drank five drops of blood this way, a mysterious, moonlike icon quietly appeared in the Attribute Panel, radiating an obscure, cold red light.
The icon was roughly thirty times the size of those for his other abilities. It sat alone in a corner, as though the other abilities had ostracized it, looking thoroughly impressive.
However, when he focused his mind on the "moon icon," he received no information, as though it were merely an icon.
Zhang Ming reckoned it was because he had not drunk enough Demon God blood.
His Attribute Panel required a certain quantity of biological material to learn other species' abilities. Having drunk only a few tiny drops of blood, he really did not have enough to learn an ability belonging to a Demon God.
Zhang Ming carefully sensed the mysterious icon, and rustling whispers arose in his mind.
He could not understand what they were saying. Listening for too long actually made his Mental Value plummet, by about 100 points per minute.
These mysterious whispers had already reached a certain threshold. Zhang Ming reckoned that one more drop of blood would officially activate the moon icon.
But that final drop might take another few months.
Zhang Ming sighed. "Having a progress bar is already pretty good. I still can't learn Pelican's abilities or Brother Hao's Alternate Space at all..."
"This exploration project will have to continue over the long term. There's no need to rush it."
He opened his eyes and sprinkled some Donkey-Headed