Chapter 72
It had been a while since his thoughts ran this deep.
He’d been trying his best to maintain composure.
Raising his cultivation realm was, without a doubt, the top priority—but impatience would only lead to disaster.
He had to ascend steadily. Step by step. With certainty.
The condition afflicting him—Mad Blood Veins—was undeniably a great aid to a martial artist, but the side effects weren’t small by any means.
Whenever one reached a new realm, there was a period of mandatory adaptation. Skipping that adaptation, as history had shown, meant the bloodline would erupt—and he would die.
He raised a hand to his forehead.
Fragments of information he’d recently acquired began reassembling in his mind.
Some pieces connected. Others did not.
In his past life, there were many things he found strange—but he never had the chance to investigate them in detail. He’d been too busy surviving, and there was never just one or two things demanding his attention. Even when he destroyed the Everlasting Snow Palace, he had left behind his regular duties and moved alone.
That incident had earned him both rebuke and punishment from the Celestial Envoy.
He had gathered what little information he could in a short span of time, and sifted out only the most plausible bits. That was the limit.