"My life span has doubled. This might be the effect of the Crystal Heart Butterfly, which sumd up both of our life spans, giving us 200 years of life span each," Draven analyzed. Normally, the life span of a Mortal Realm cultivator is within 100 years, and it increases by 50 years with each breakthrough.
Now if this addition of life span would happen at each realm, with each breakthrough Alexandria and Draven made, both of their life spans would increase by a 100 years with each realm breakthrough.
The next thing which caught Draven's attention was the two techniques, the Mirror Spirit Heart Sutra and the Heavenly Star Core Formation Scripture.
These two are the cure Draven was searching for all these years. Even though he didn't have the necessary things to start cultivating both of these techniques at the mont, at least there is hope. That is enough for now.
"It may be because I didn't have a Mirror Spirit Heart and Heavenly Seeds that the progress bar is shown as zero. But the problem is I didn't even know what the heck these two things are," Draven thought to himself bitterly.
After carefully inspecting each technique, Draven decided not to add points to the Ultimate Demon Physique directly. This is because he has another way to achieve the sa result without directly spending points on this physique. That is to continuously temper his vital chi with all the vital chi tempering techniques he has. This will naturally push the Ultimate Demon Physique to perfection.
It was like hitting two birds with one stone.
So, he directly gave a command to the Dream God Ring, "Push the Five Mountain King Body Forging Art to perfection."
The next second, Draven entered the dream world.
This ti he did not beco a person in the dream, but he remained a silent observer to all the events happening before his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the shaman who absorbed the white elephant battling a human-sized black bear. Even though the shaman's each punch carried the might of the white tusk, the bear used its palms to divert the direction of each strike, making all of them seem as though they nearly missed the bear by an inch.
Yet as the battle progressed, the stalemate still continued. The bear's palm was like a soft gust of wind which slightly changed the course of the shaman's punches, making all of them useless regardless of how powerful or mighty they are.
The shaman used all types of tactics. He punched the ground trying to make the bear's step falter. He tried to jump up and smash his hands down. He tried slamming his body against it. But all of this proved useless, as the bear easily used its palms to make the attacks miss their target.
Finally, when Draven thought the shaman was going to lose, the shaman took out a green ball from the pouch at his waist and threw it towards the bear. Before the beast could react, the ball burst mid air, covering the bear in a green poisonous fog.
Without wasting any ti, the shaman raised both of his palms upwards and began chanting a complex mantra. The next second, a magic diagram appeared above the bear and its body slowly transford into an illusionary mist before rging into the shaman's body.
This ti, although the man showed so discomfort, there was no exaggerated reaction like last ti, since his body was already strengthened by the mighty life force of the white tusk.
Next, the scene before him once again changed. This ti he appeared in a rock mountain base. In front of him, a huge white dragon was curled around an old tree, looking at him coldly.
"Roar," it let out a low roar as though warning the shaman not to enter its territory. But the shaman ignored it and walked towards the dragon with steady steps.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the dragon's tail whipped out towards the shaman with a sonic boom audible to the ear.
The shaman's expression changed, as he felt the tail coming closer to him. Almost instinctively, he raised his palm and, like the black bear, slightly pushed against the falling tail.
With this slight push, the beast's tail fell on a nearby mountain rock, crushing it into pieces.
Bang... bang... bang...
Explosions rang out continuously as the beast's tail fell one after the other, leveling the mountain rocks and trees nearby into smithereens. But the shaman remained unhard.
After so ti, the shaman found an opening and landed a punch on the serpent's tail as soon as it hit the ground. From there, it was his turn. One after the other, his punches rained down on the beast until its majestic form was reduced to a bloody ss.
Then, like the first two beasts, this dragon was also absorbed into the shaman's body.
Next, the scene changed once more. This ti the man was struggling under the bind of a serpent that was about the size of a python.
Each ti the shaman struggled free from the serpent's bind, the serpent would wind around him once more. This ti the shaman was truly in danger as the bind of the serpent around his neck grew tighter and tighter, nearly bulging his eyes out.
His fists which could shatter mountains, his palm which could parry any type of attack, or his legs which carried the might of the dragon tail, all of them felt useless under the bind of the serpent, which made it impossible for the shaman to even move.
"Roar!"
Just as the shaman was slowly falling into unconsciousness, the roar of a tiger ca from the distance, making him jolt back to his senses.
Before the shaman could understand anything, the serpent let go of him and tried to crawl away from this place as soon as possible. But how could the shaman, who nearly t his ancestors due to this serpent, let it crawl away like that?
Ignoring the discomfort in his body, he rushed forward like a phantom and delivered a powerful axe kick to the serpent's head. With the might of the dragon tail, his leg crushed the serpent's head.
Without any delay, this beast was also absorbed into the shaman's body. But before he could be happy, he felt a bone-chilling coldness and sll of blood from behind him.
Slowly turning around, he saw a white tiger looking at him with its black eyes, blood still dripping from its mouth, likely from the prey it had freshly hunted.
"Roar..." The tiger let out a roar and jumped towards the shaman. But surprisingly, the shaman's body twisted in an unnatural way and he easily climbed on top of the tiger.
Before the tiger could process what had happened, the shaman wrapped both of his hands around the beast's neck in a dread lock, making the beast roll on the ground in a futile attempt to shake this annoying pest off its massive body.
Yet the shaman remained like a bubblegum on a shoe, refusing to let go. His hold around the beast's neck grew stronger by the second, until the tiger finally died due to lack of air.
After that, the shaman perford the sa ritual and absorbed the beast into his body like always.
This was the last thing Draven saw before his consciousness left the dream world. Along with that, a large amount of mories appeared in his mind. It included the life long experience of the black bear, the white dragon, the serpent, the white tiger, and the shaman himself.
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[Drear Slab: 3]
[Five Mountain King Body Forging Art (Mortal): 500/500]
[White Tusk Fist Art: 100/100]
[Tiger Claw Art: 100/100]
[Dragon Tail Leg Art: 100/100]
[Serpent Coil Style: 100/100]
[Flowing Bear Palm Style: 100/100]
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