The Nameless Divine Art was formidable: it was apparent from the black essence force that it cultivated. Jiang Yi knew how dominant the black essence force was, and now that the chanting for the second rank had appeared, Jiang Yi was naturally in a frenzied joy.
After one hour, the pain in his mind had finally dissipated. Jiang Yi sat up and wiped his cold sweat, exhaling a long breath.
He closed his eyes and silently read out the chants. He didn't bother about anything else, except comprehending the chants. He had a premonition that once he comprehended the chants, his strength would have an extreme and drastic transformation.
As he sank into a state of comprehension, it went on for three hours. When he opened his eyes, he had this look of disappointment. He had already comprehended the chants, but he felt like it didn't increase his cultivation. It didn't help increase the speed or power of the black essence force either. It seemed to be just a simple chant.
