บท 627: Heh, what timing...

Wu Long closed his eyes, taking a series of deep breaths, calming his mind.

He spent a good amount of time in thought, unmoving and undisturbed. His figure sitting amid a large empty room looking peaceful and tranquil much like a scholar in meditation.

After a while, his eyes opened.

There was no longer any hesitation or lingering doubts as he took another set of pills and unsealing the blessing of the Grandmist Keepsake continued the process of reforming his core for the eighth time.

The known path had many advantages, but it also represented a trap much like the snowball effect of the Dao Runes.

In fact, his hesitation to take this path already showed a level of being trapped in the known.