However, no matter how compelling the voices around him might be, Emperor Fu Ming was unaffected, unwilling to listen to even a single word. He pressed his hand over the cross-shaped wound on his chest, clearly anticipating this situation long ago. The message hidden within the Stone Heart was too vast; if he recklessly acted on it, his Divine Soul might be trapped in a maze of knowledge, unable to escape.
He muttered a mantra under his breath, and the tiny flesh sprouts began to wiggle, intertwining. After fifty breaths, he lowered his right hand from his chest, which was now smooth, without a trace of the fierce wound left.
At this moment, Emperor Fu Ming finally took out an elixir and swallowed it, causing his pale complexion to start turning rosy.
He was about to stand when a defiant, wild laugh suddenly echoed in his ears!
Was there a second person hiding in the secret room?
