“In the blink of an eye, three years have passed. I’m afraid my meridians will never heal again.” Charles York felt a deep sense of unwillingness in his heart; he couldn’t accept becoming a cripple just like this.

Charles York continued trying to condense his mysterious energy, but unsurprisingly, he failed again. The shattered meridians inside his body were like dead wood hollowed out by insects, devoid of the slightest vitality.

He sat cross-legged on a stone, like an old monk in meditation, sinking his consciousness into his sea of awareness. In his mind’s eye, an image of a flying dagger appeared. The dagger was blood-red all over, thin as a cicada’s wing, crystal clear and translucent. It was precisely because of the existence of this flying dagger that he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Charles York was just an ordinary person who, by chance, found this flying dagger and was thus transported to this world.

Up to now, he still didn’t know what use the flying dagger had. Whenever he sank his consciousness into his sea of awareness, he would find it quietly floating there. No matter what method Charles York tried, he couldn’t touch it.

Three years had passed since he fell from the peak to the bottom. Most people couldn’t bear such a drastic fall, but Charles York, relying on his tenacious character, managed to survive amidst countless jeers. Over these three years, Charles York had his sharp edges worn down, and his temperament became much steadier.

Charles York activated his Thunderous Inner Force, feeling a trace of warmth in his lower abdomen as a wisp of mysterious energy gathered and slowly circulated along his meridians. But every time it reached the damaged parts, the energy would quickly dissipate. Before long, the hard-earned mysterious energy would vanish without a trace.

“Damn it, why can’t I condense it!” Charles York slammed his fist on the stone in frustration, blood seeping from his knuckles. Only intense pain could relieve the oppression and agony in his heart. Was he really destined to be a cripple for life?

Back when he was at his peak, he broke through one realm after another at an astonishing speed. His body was like a vortex, madly absorbing spiritual energy from the outside world and rapidly converting it into mysterious energy. At the peak of the sixth stage, the strength of his mysterious energy could even rival seventh-stage experts. But now, even preserving the tiniest bit of mysterious energy had become extremely difficult.

It took Charles York a long time to calm his frustration. He had no way out—if he gave up, he would be a cripple for the rest of his life!

As usual, he steadied his mind and continued to condense mysterious energy. After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, there was a faint sense of energy at the break in his meridians, but it was extremely subtle and could dissipate at any moment.

Charles York forced himself to keep circulating the energy, sweat beading on his forehead. Finally, the faint sense of energy slowly gathered into a tiny trickle, surging upward from the energy sea in his lower abdomen. But with every small movement, some of the energy would be lost, and it was on the verge of dissipating completely.

He absolutely could not fail!

Just as the hard-earned mysterious energy was about to collapse, Charles York seemed to sense a strange calling. His heart suddenly calmed, entering a peculiar state. It was as if a gentle breeze swept through his mind, clear and pure, without a single distracting thought.

Once again, the image of the flying dagger appeared in Charles York’s mind. The blade, thin as a cicada’s wing, suddenly emitted a strange buzzing sound.

This flying dagger contained some kind of mysterious power that made Charles York want to explore further. It was the dagger that brought him to this world, but he still didn’t know what secrets it held.

Recently, the flying dagger had been vibrating regularly, with an extremely frequent rhythm.

Charles York desperately extended his consciousness, trying to touch the flying dagger, wanting to see if he could activate it.

Suddenly, there was a loud buzzing explosion in his mind. Charles York’s eardrums trembled violently, as if something had exploded in his head. A terrifying, overwhelming force poured out from the flying dagger, surging through his shattered meridians like a raging flood. The mysterious energy Charles York had painstakingly gathered was instantly scattered.

Charles York was shocked to find that this force was completely uncontrollable. He quickly withdrew his consciousness, and the force instantly vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

“What on earth is going on?”

Charles York opened his eyes, feeling utterly exhausted and powerless. He gasped for breath and checked his body—his broken meridians still showed no sign of improvement.

The flying dagger hovered quietly in his mind. The force just now was somewhat similar to mysterious energy, but seemed even more powerful, mysterious and unfathomable.

Suddenly, Charles York felt an itch on his hands. Looking down, he was surprised to find a thin layer of dead skin covering his hands. Brushing it off, he discovered that his hands looked completely renewed—crystal clear, bright red and tender, like those of a newborn baby.

“I never expected that just triggering the power of the flying dagger would have such an effect.”

Charles York felt a chill in his heart. This flying dagger was indeed miraculous. He really wanted to explore it further, but after thinking it over, he decided to wait until the dead of night.