Chapter 1835 - 172: Source Points Increasing, Will the Prince Take My Son’s Life?

Front courtyard of the Council Hall.

The ground tiles were shattered, and the wall in front collapsed, with rubble scattered on the ground. The once intact Prince Mansion now seemed like a desolate ruin.

And such a sight resulted from the simple probing between Jiang Ning and Xu Zhen just moments ago.

At this moment, with the departure of Prince Zhenbei, Xu Zhen, Jiang Ning slightly closed his eyes, feeling himself.

As the four chests of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were devoured and refined by him, the medicinal power surged and was still being fully digested, not yet settled.

"These medicinal essences, though not of high quality, have an advantage in quantity. Now, this energy hasn’t been fully absorbed by the body, making it the best time to propel the Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill."

Thoughts flashed in his mind, then he took a deep breath and immediately activated the Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill.

In an instant, a deep, dragon-like power arose from the depths of his Dantian. This power surged through his tendons, bones, flesh, organs, membranes, and limbs, like a dragon swiftly traversing.

As the power surged, it swiftly merged with the energy from the medicinal force that hadn’t been fully absorbed within the body, erupting into a more intense torrent of energy like fire meeting hot oil.

Jiang Ning only felt an intense heat all over, becoming scorching as if his entire being had turned into a furnace. Every inch of his flesh and blood was constantly being washed by this domineering force, continuously tempered and reshaped.

The medicinal power of those four large chests of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures was now rapidly guided by the Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill, turning into fuel to drive the operation of the cultivation technique.

[Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill Experience Value +2537]

[Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill Experience Value +2562]

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He could clearly feel, with the prompt of experience value growth, his tendons and bones becoming more resilient under the tempering of this power, and the fascia becoming more flexible.

"Though not as efficient as when I devoured Heavenly Soldiers as nourishment, it is significantly higher than usual!" Thoughts flashed in his mind, and he continued to concentrate, fully immersing himself in it.

After a long time.

When the last trace of medicinal power was thoroughly refined and absorbed, Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes.

Huu—

He exhaled a long breath of impure energy, stirring up dust on the ground like a tidal wave.

Then, he lowered his head to look at his hands, then clenched them, the powerful force surging within him.

[Skill]: Black Dragon Swallowing Whale Skill (Nine times limit-breaking 81589/100000)

After glancing at the panel, he then closed it.

"Four chests of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, plus half an hour, provided over ten thousand experience value increase! This efficiency is quite good! If the resources are sufficient, in a maximum of a day’s time, I can push the progress of this cultivation technique to Perfection!"

He thought to himself, looking ahead.

Movement came from outside the mansion, faintly he could hear the voice of Beicang King.

In the next moment.

He then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, unifying his heart and spirit, beginning to practice the Spirit Platform Insight True Self Method.

He knew that now time waits for no one.

It won’t be long before, with the sitting of the Martial Saint, the real crisis will arrive.

Now, he not only represents himself, but also his family and the friends around him.

Before then, he needs to seize every opportunity to improve himself as much as possible.

Only sufficient strength is the foundation for his survival.

Through this journey, he understands this clearly.

Without formidable strength, how would he have his current position?

Previously, because of offending Qinghe Marquis, he was given immense pressure and crisis.

Later, seeing Shen Wenyan, the Great Xia Marquis, was an existence he considered unattainable.

And now, even someone as high as Prince Zhenbei shows him great respect, addressing him as Brother Xu, acknowledging him.

All of this is merely due to strength.

Countless thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind, then he sat down cross-legged on the spot, all distractions cleared from his mind, entering into the state of practicing the Spirit Platform Insight True Self Method.

In the Spirit Platform.

A Primordial Spirit identical to his appearance sat in the void, surrounded by a faint black and white mystical light.

In the next moment.

In the Spirit Platform.

The Primordial Spirit’s eyes suddenly opened, and his consciousness soared to extremes, as if ascending from the mundane into the heavens, overlooking the entire world.

He saw again that illusory river of time, waves crashing, golden sands swept by the tides, countless white glows drifting in the river like stars in the sky.

Subsequently, countless white glows gathered towards him like moths to a flame.

At this moment, at the gate of the Prince Mansion.

Beicang King personally dragged several heavy wooden chests, just about to cross the threshold.

Suddenly, his whole body trembled violently, and his steps abruptly halted.

In his mind, a figure emerged out of thin air.

The figure sat cross-legged, emitting a hazy faint light all around, the features blurred yet extremely clear, as if a transcendent Immortal beyond heaven and earth, directly imprinted in the depths of his heart, reflecting in his pupils.

Whether he closed or opened his eyes, whether he turned away or faced directly, that figure was like a brand etched in his consciousness, impossible to ignore, impossible to dispel.

"Is this... King Luoshui?!" Beicang King’s pupils contracted sharply.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze penetrating layers of courtyard walls and broken walls, directly looking toward the Council Hall’s front courtyard.

There, a blurred figure sat among the ruins, surrounded by a faint clear light.

That clear light was not dazzling, yet exceedingly striking, like the sole light source in the world, dazzling in his perception.

In the Prince Mansion ahead, broken walls, stagnant leaves, silent birds, the whole mansion fell into an eerie silence, even the air seemed frozen.

Beicang King stood in place, unmoving for a long time.