Sunlight pierced through the thin mist and fell into Jiang Man's courtyard.
Jiang Man lightly pinched the lock, and it dissolved into light.
As though it had never appeared.
"What kind of power formed this lock?" Jiang Man was rather curious.
He knew it was something within his mind.
But he did not know exactly how it had formed or what power it relied on.
In any case, the lock was a feeling.
Oppression, despair, helplessness.
But Jiang Man did not dwell on it.
It was nothing important. He just had to keep improving.
As for the Evil God taking revenge, there was even less reason to worry.
He had barely given the fairy's revenge any thought, let alone that of a dead Evil God.
Continuing to raise his cultivation was what he needed to do most.
It was just a pity that he had yet to touch anything good.
Occasionally, he would go around touching things too.
But...
What came out was either [What trash] or [Not worth mentioning].
There was nothing he could do about it.
The occasional thing worth mentioning was merely worth mentioning.
It could not be recorded at all.
Jiang Man glanced at Old Huang and saw that he was still grazing, so he said nothing more.
He would let him fully immerse himself in the shock of a Peerless Heavenly Prodigy.
Then Jiang Man began counting his spirit sources.
He had originally had eight thousand, then Little Fatty had given him fifteen thousand, and the secret realm had given him seventy thousand.
That added up to ninety-three thousand.
Jiang Man was stunned.
Ninety-three thousand!
He could consider buying a spirit sword.
That way, he would at least have one powerful spell art.
Otherwise, fighting really was too exhausting.
The Heavenly Heart Seal had no