The only chance of survival was to master the Secret Skill.
Ultimately, this was the conclusion Lin Hao reached.
The two walked side by side. The old Daoist Ning was silent, and Lin Hao had no intention of starting a conversation.
At that moment, Lin Hao was already reviewing the Secret Skill in his mind.
Although the Secret Skill was only a few hundred words long, it was incredibly profound. Its understanding of True Essence was simply unbelievable.
Lin Hao couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. 'Thankfully, the Cultivation Technique I practiced in the Blood Coagulation Realm was an imperial-grade one. That's why I can comprehend this Secret Skill so effortlessly.'
He understood it completely, but he couldn't cultivate it right now.
Cultivating it now would be no different from suicide.
But this wasn't enough to stump Lin Hao.
In his mind, Lin Hao began to simulate the circulation pathways of the Secret Skill.
