Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
Those with profound cultivation who have part of their cultivation erased may endure, but if their cultivation is weak, the very moment they break free, they could turn into nothing but a dried corpse.
Though their lifespan remains untouched, they can only struggle in the body of a dried corpse, awaiting death.
The mysterious nature of these two Divine Skills made Tan Shuchang marvel in admiration; they were indeed attainments one could only earn with five hundred years of cultivation—one involved the profound mysteries of time, and the other contained the profound mysteries of space.
If he could fully understand these two Divine Skills, perhaps he could create his own Sleeve Art, with the power to house the universe in one's sleeve or even the rotation of the sun and the moon in a pot.
Without delay, Tan Shuchang headed straight for Caiyun Valley.