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  The difficulty continually increased for each level of the Bone Fusion Technique. Even Temple Masters were barely able to receive Level 10. As for Level 11, whether they could inherit it depended on their own ability.

  Level 11 was not difficult for Jian Wushuang.

  After a while, the Level 11 manual was deeply imprinted on his mind.

  Then he went on to Level 12, the last level of the Bone Fusion Technique.

  It became hard for him. The moment he started to inherit the Level 12 manual, he felt an overwhelming pressure on him as if his organs were about to be smashed to pieces.

  This unprecedented oppression was targeting his body. The longer it took to complete the Inheritance, the more powerful the oppression would become.

  Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth while trying his best to sustain the oppression.

  Jian Wushuang wore a wry smile.

  Jian Wushuang could barely endure this pressure with his amazing body. Even some powerful Temple Masters would probably be crushed under this oppression.

  Time flowed slowly, but the Level 12 Inheritance eventually succeeded and the manual was engraved in his mind.

  “It’s over?” Jian Wushuang opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He found himself wet with sweat.

  “I suffered a lot, but it was worth it since I finally got the manual for Level 11 and Level 12.” Jian Wushuang smiled faintly. Actually, a gleam of delight was hidden in his heart.

  Right then……

  “Hum?” There was a faint sound, but it appeared more resonant in such a quiet place.

  “Who’s there?” Jian Wushuang looked around with a frown, but he saw nothing.

  “Is it……” Jian Wushuang squinted and looked toward the broken scarlet finger.

  “You have a sharp insight.” Faint laughter with a hint of arrogance rang out.

  Just now, Jian Wushuang clearly heard and understood that it came from this broken finger.

  “You’re talking?” Jian Wushuang furrowed his brows slightly.

  A broken finger was actually talking?