The flower quickly congealed, and Ning Zheng’s will swiftly returned, gradually awakening.
His body rapidly restructured, flesh and blood germinated, as if countless black flas drilled into his body through the Three Flowers on the Top, reconstructing the head, neck... reviving from top to bottom.
The villagers of the Ghost Village under the entire estate, the Four Viscera Realm female cultivators in the mountainside prison, all stared blankly around, sensing an incredible aura erupting.
The aura belonging to their king.
But this aura ca quickly and went just as swiftly, as if it vanished in an instant, like an illusion of all existence on the estate.
Ning Zheng slowly opened his eyes, everything around was pitch black.
His mind went blank for a few seconds before he reacted, trying to reach out in the darkness and push. Creak, the bed board slowly opened, letting a ray of light in.
"Why am I under the bed??"
He stood up.
Looking at his familiar room, nothing in the setup had changed.
The only thing special was why did Ning Jiaojiao hide him under the bedboard? Did she take the bedboard as a simple coffin?
"My power..."
Ning Zheng’s eyes shifted slightly, feeling the vast and incredible aura surging within him. This was a mana attribute different from ordinary, one beyond life and death.
It’s as if after a cycle of reincarnation, he lived a second life as a different kind of being.
No wonder the previous Jiao Wuyu was called the Ancestral Dragon; it indeed was the ancestor of a race!
Even a simple reaction, Ning Zheng could tear the room’s carpet, shadows devouring teacups, toys, chairs, wardrobes.
Even an unconscious thought escaping, the spread of thinking, could cause an ember to drop countless dense rainbow bubbles, quickly evaporating like foamy silhouettes.
He pressed his temples and ca back to his senses again.
"Sothing’s wrong, very wrong."
"Isn’t this Ghost King of mine too solid, too strong..."
Ning Zheng noticeably felt the anomaly.
He suddenly realized, "A Ghost King is rely a simple [Soul Shell] awakening, they are only 50%."
"And to ensure my soul’s integrity, I forcibly retained my complete self, awakening with [Soul Shell] and [Soul Muddy Qi], am I... 100%?"
He suddenly understood why his awakening cost was ten tis more than Dizzy’s.
Awakening difficulty indeed varies with individuals.
The weaker the ghost’s potential, the lower the awakening difficulty.
A commoner’s Dizzy awakening could never compare to an ancient Saint’s awakening of great persistence and desire.
"But with this difficulty, I might only need to spend five or six tis Dizzy’s Qi Fortune Value, ten tis is obviously due to this special Ghost King state."
Ning Zheng felt that he was an enhanced version of the Ghost King.
Indeed, you get what you pay for, Qi Fortune Value never lies!
Even in awakening, his luck was better than others, awakening as a Super Ghost King.
Sotis, the combat power of the sa tier is widened bit by bit in such aspects.
Here the Sixth Body of the Five-Body Realm is an inch short, there the Three Flowers of the Three Elents Realm are not pure enough... Once perfect on all fronts, he will undoubtedly be the strongest in history.
"This century wasn’t in vain."
Ning Zheng took a deep breath and looked at his attributes.
[Na: Ning Zheng]
[Race: Ghost King]
[Spiritual Root: Shadow]
[Realm: Three Elents Realm Great Perfection]
[Reserve Fortune Value: 0]
...
For the first ti, his Qi Fortune Value was used so thoroughly.
It was evident that it just used up that last 1 point, reaching the critical value, only then did he awaken.
Stepping out of the room, he saw Ning Jiaojiao fishing by the well, and she was montarily stunned, then smiled broadly: "Brother, you’re awake?"
"Mm."
Ning Zheng nodded lightly, glancing around the furnishings, hung with dried sea fish, the floor paved with snow-white shells.
The ho decor style had suddenly turned to an oceanic the.
"Then I’ll fish, to celebrate for you." Ning Jiaojiao rejoiced, then continued earnestly fishing.
For ghosts, they had no concept of ti.
Cycles of repetitive daily logic, years, even hundreds of years wouldn’t change, it was akin to just a few days’ sleep in her eyes.
"Nearly a hundred years now."
Ning Zheng looked above, where the protective shield covered with black silt, even after a century, had ford a thick shell, countless mussels, corals piled outside.
Ning Zheng wasn’t eager to contact the outside, because a hundred years indeed counted for little.
The From a theoretical perspective, the Five-Body Realm has an eight hundred years lifespan.
Even the lowest cultivator he knew, Zhang Huaping, even without a breakthrough still remained a Five-Body Realm Perfection cultivator.
A hundred years gone by, Zhang Huaping would at most just beco an adult.
"I wonder how things are outside??"
"The Eternal Divine Weapon we sold out of the estate, have they now grown independently, perhaps so of the top ones have even beco overlords of certain powers?"
He pondered, instructing the server to reconnect.
Swash!
Throwing out anchor points, linking two worlds, only after balancing the temporal convection between both sides did he open the long-lost forum.
A hundred years to go by equated to rely a day for the forum.
He scanned briefly, finding out that in this day of maintenance, the little blacksmiths, unable to enter the estate, were madly farming experience in the forum.
Moreover, the analytical posts were unprecedentedly nurous!
The hottest topic now was the three words [Bad Ending], and basically every post was crazily spamd with discussion and self-reflection.
Ning Zheng had previously learned about their so-called Bad Ending, the so-called BE line, Bad. Ending.
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