For five whole years, Jiang Ming did but one thing: he pondered the Way of Rules.
Given the strength of his soul, the power of his spirit, his against-the-heaven comprehension, and the enhancement of the World Tree, it still took him five years to grasp three hundred and sixty-five kinds of rules.
Jiang Ming felt it was somewhat inconceivable.
The time it took was too long.
"Fortunately, I have comprehended them all, and the eleventh Talent is now in my hands!"
Jiang Ming's rigid expression slowly gave way to a smile.
To him at this moment, the Supreme Territory was arguably the strongest.
The other Talents were also against the heaven, but they didn't amount to much in terms of combat power. Only the Supreme Territory allowed him to truly possess the capital to contend with the Twelfth Realm.
Jiang Ming stood up, and a terrifyingly intense power surge erupted from within him, shaking his body and causing another storm.
He looked off into the distance, quite bored.
