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Chapter 620 - 620 332 Open the door (4000)_1

Chapter 620: 332 Open the door! (4000)_1 Chapter 620: 332 Open the door! (4000)_1 Time ticked away slowly. The beautiful glow of dusk started fading away, losing the fiery reflection of the sunset. A crescent moon cast its light intermittently through the clouds.

It was a cool color, resembling a thin veil.

The cool evening breeze swept across the high altitude, carrying a refreshing aura that dispersed the accumulated heat of the afternoon. The ornamental tree branches rustled, and the fallen leaves tumbled on the ground.

Northern Flow City is the core city of North Flow Country has experienced rapid economic development. Various buildings sprung up from the ground. The streets were revamped with streetlights, benches, trash cans, and road signs. There was a sense of simplicity and orderliness in its appearance.

A group of black vehicles slowly passed by. As the temperature dropped, the pedestrians put on their coats and continued on their way.

The streets were bustling with people and vehicles, full of vitality.

North Flow City, South Zone, Night Market, Beni Avenue.

This area, recently remodelled over the past five years, had the semblance of the Commercial Street. It wasn’t just the densely packed shops and the ceaseless crowds of people. There was also the nearby Yale University and the food street near the university.

It was nearing seven o’clock now. The streetlights were lit, and the shops’ glass windows also cast out a warm yellow light. The entire street was as bright as daylight.

At the end of Beni Avenue, there was a dim alley around a corner.

Two figures in black robes quietly waited as time passed.

“Five more minutes, it’s finally about to begin…”

A rare hint of anticipation surfaced on Jilan’s typically grim face. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

For three years, over a thousand days, he roamed and fought. He was displaced and lived a vagrant life. Finally, he got what he wanted: the shard of the door. Jilan could finally continue to ascend to higher peaks in the martial arts world.

Power, it was all for the sake of acquiring greater power.

It was something he had coveted since his childhood. The more difficult it was to obtain, the more he pursued it like a madman. Jilan was of average talent, he wasn’t a prodigy, or even above average. If he continued on his usual routine, he would perhaps never achieve the realm of a martial arts practitioner in his lifetime.

He would just be a knuckler who could only arm wrestle with a Federation tier five.

Jilan wasn’t satisfied. He had higher ambitions, but the innate conditions limited his potential. No matter how hard Jilan worked and sweated, he could not surpass the gains of a prodigy merely practicing for an hour a day. Gradually, he had become obsessive and increasingly fanatic about power.

Until one day, Jilan obtained Black Devil’s Hand. The surviving chapters of an ancient secret martial art offered a unique martial art technique.

There were no requirements regarding talent or cultivation to cultivate it. Unlike other secret martial arts, it did not involve training methods related to the physical body, such as blood vessels, skeletal system, muscles, or skin.

The cultivation requirement of Black Devil’s Hand was that you simply needed to be alive.

As long as there was vitality in your body, you could cultivate this method.

It was with this method that Jilan managed to come so far, even achieving the realm of a fighter. Black Devil’s Hand has enormous power and is incredibly devastating, capable of extracting vitality from creatures it comes in contact with.

Each extraction increased the operation speed of the Black Devil’s Hand.

Jilan has two dark vortices of Black Devil’s Hand in his palms. As soon as he placed his hand on a living creature, it would drain away their life force. This life force transformed into fuel and fed into the vortex, causing the vortex to rotate faster. The faster the vortex rotated, the stronger it would suction.

However, there was a serious side effect. After Jilan reached the realm of a fighter, he discovered that the faster the Black Devil’s Hands rotated, the more uncontrollably it absorbed the cultivator’s vitality.

It was like a glutton who never discriminated against its food.

Meaning the more he stimulated the Black Devil’s Hand to extract other’s vitality and the stronger the realm of Black Devil’s Hand became, the quicker his life force drained. Like a speeding car that consumed more fuel as it accelerated, until it sputtered to a stop at some point.

Jilan was not far from running out of fuel after years of bitter cultivation.

The body, living but almost lifeless, was practically a walking dead.

He lost a substantial amount of lifespan as a significant part of his vitality was entirely absorbed by the black devil vortex and transformed into enormous power. It was a double-edged sword. But Jilan had to tightly grasp this double-edged sword, even if it were to leave him bleed and suffer agonizing wounds, he could not let go.

“Once that door is opened, everything will be different! As long as I can extend my lifespan, I can continue to search for other shard of doors. Gradually ascend towards the summit, the pinnacle!”

Jilan’s heart surged with emotions, and his breathing became heavier. He glanced at the time again, only the last minute remaining.

He took a deep breath, quickly calming his excited mood. He hightened his mental state and attention to their peak, preparing his physical body for what was to come. Suddenly, he thought of something.

He turned towards Casio, who stood in the shadows of the alley.

Casio sensed Jilan’s gaze. He also turned his head, his mouth slightly smiling and gave a slow thumbs up.

It was a gesture that implied: Relax, I’ve got this!

Jilan nodded in response, slightly moved. Then he sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Tick-tock… Tick-tock… Tick-tock…

The second hand on the dial slowly moved towards the top.

Casio’s eyes were fixed on it, occasionally glancing at Jilan.

Finally, the hand hit the mark, and it was seven o’clock.