"Five years of cultivation, and finally, I tasted the power of the immortals," Tan Shuchang wanted to keep a diary, but the thought of that mystical white hand forced him to suppress this urge.
Previously, that hand had scattered his diary across the heavens and the earth. Had he not already been famous across the Jiawu Realm, numerous cultivators would have sought to fight him to death.
After all, his cherished secret techniques, hard-earned cultivation techniques, were imprinted with pages from his diary. Although it didn't interfere with comprehension, it somewhat affected readability.
As for other places imprinted with his diary, they were too numerous to count.
However, upon further thought, if he didn't write, wouldn't that mean the mystical white hand would no longer appear? In that case, how would he take his revenge! After all, he hadn't found a single record related to the origins of the mystical white hand.
