The emergence of these spells further convinced Ding Huan of his conjecture that Immortal Gods did exist.
Otherwise, how could these spells be explained?
Since arriving in Pu Hai, Ding Huan had been worried about being detected by powerful beings, mainly because he lacked means to protect his life.
Now that he had these spells, how could he not hurry to learn them?
He looked at his own arm, realizing its self-healing ability still needed to be tested.
His Wind Blade Skill was not yet proficient; at least Ding Huan had not mastered it fully, and he dared not casually inflict it on himself, lest he accidentally chop off an arm and bring tragedy upon himself.
After some thought, Ding Huan still took a fruit knife and slashed his arm.
Although he cut deeply, the blood only slowly seeped out.
In a few seconds, the bleeding stopped, and Ding Huan watched as his wound appeared to slowly heal in less than a minute.
"Amazing," Ding Huan exclaimed in surprise.
