'After dealing with the Five Ghosts, the pain was unbearable. Maybe I should wait until the next weight before trying again!'
'Yeah, after the Infant God, the flesh won't be the main thing. I should wait until then and see if there is a need for this!'
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Thoughts kept surfacing, Wang Zijia suddenly shook his head, discarding his fears like an inner monologue or self-encouragement:
"Wang Zijia, besides the Golden Finger, the only thing you got going for you is your toughness. You're ruthless to your enemies and to yourself. If you lose that one advantage, you might as well quit cultivation. Death is inevitable!"
With the hypnotic words out, Wang Zijia's eyes grew colder, and he was no longer wavering.
From the Blood Jade Book, pages revealed Essence, Blood, and Spirit Bones.
Under Wang Zijia's mana, they turned into thick spirit ink mixed with blood red crystal sand, resembling a peculiar cinnabar.
