Ye Qiu had been learning various Maoshan Talismans recently, but he had made no progress with opening the heavenly eyes.

Now, with the Dragon King on the brink of death, he was desperate to master this mystical art.

For the past few days, he had been cultivating relentlessly.

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, he closed his eyes and prepared to channel his energy, but suddenly felt a wave of soreness in his waist and legs.