Chapter 127: A Saint Prince

TO THE SOUTH of Da Shikong, a young man with a dark aura looming around him was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Strips of darkness rules were swirling around his whole body. Until at the moment, he was in a baffled state, albeit he was cultivating as usually as he was. 

"I have already formed seven crowns, just two more and I'll be reaching the peak, but those memories… where did they come from? Why do I see the master in those memories? It's like he was fighting himself? Or was it someone else? Then, he got—ah it's so messy! I can't even remember every single detail."

He rumpled his hair in frustration with his breathing getting craggier and craggier the more he thought about those memories. On that note, he also gained some methods in cultivation, which made his progress even faster.