The light rain was continuous, tapping rhythmically against the window ledge.
Li Yan sat by the window, holding a teacup, somewhat lost in thought.
The words of Yu Lingzi had touched his heart.
He set aside the matters of the Ascenders for the moment.
These things were like myths.
No, they were myths!
Even though he had joined the Mystical Sect and learned wonderful spells, it was all beyond comprehension, and thinking further was pointless.
The key issue now was still strength.
With the Human Dao undergoing changes and Divine State in turmoil, various demons and spirits were reawakening. Without some killer moves stored away, he would likely end up unlucky.
The Soul Hook was indeed powerful.
Because of this Divine Skill, he had been able to consecutively slay masters, whether they practiced Martial Arts Force Transformation or were Magicians of the third level of Dao.
But its limitations had also become apparent.
