"But similarly, unless I can destroy the Fist Intent, this Fist Mark will be imprinted on my body and even my spirit forever. Though it indeed counts as a life-saving trump card, it also acts as a shackle. Only by breaking this shackle can one transcend the Emperor, otherwise, it's impossible!"
"Since he knows it's a shackle... why does the Regent King still want to comprehend this Emperor's Divine Fist? Could it be that he voluntarily puts on the shackle just to gradually unveil it and transcend the Emperor?"
After pondering for quite a while, Jiang Dali's physical strength had recovered significantly.
At this time, the surrounding environment quickly began to dissipate and restore, replaced by the spacious scene of the third floor's Treasure Hall, with some treasures shining into view.
