As he spoke, its body turned illusory. It was preparing to merge into Chu Feng’s body, and preparing to grant him its power.
“Senior, please wait! At least, you have to tell me how I can get that Imperial Armament, right? Otherwise, if it kills me, wouldn’t you have waited ten thousand years for nothing?” Chu Feng hurriedly asked. It didn’t matter how powerful this Vermilion Bird Revival Technique was before. Right now, it was only a Secret Skills. Even though it had its own intelligence, it would lose its ability to speak if it were to enter Chu Feng’s body. None of Chu Feng’s questions could be replied then.
“If you want to know, then get your hands on the Imperial Armament first. Afterwards, we will resonate with it, and then we can communicate with you at any moment.
“However, if you fail and it kills you, that means you aren’t qualified to receive Qingxuantian’s inheritance. We’ve already waited for ten thousand years. We don’t mind waiting a bit longer.”
It had then become a strand of red light and burrowed itself into Chu Feng’s forehead.
He felt a sharp pain to his head before a bundle of information appeared in his mind. He also gained an extra power—the Vermilion Bird Revival Technique.
It was a technique to strengthen his physical body, and also a technique to heal not only himself, but others as well.
If mastered, the Vermilion Bird Revival Technique would take but an instant to repair broken limbs. It was akin to having an imperishable body, so that was why it had such a name.
“As I thought, after gathering these four Secret Skills… this is truly extraordinary! If I cast them all at the same time, there will be a surprising effect.” The corners of Chu Feng’s mouth curled up to form a pleasant smile—one that showed just a slight surprise.
It was no longer as simple as receiving the Vermilion Bird Revival Technique. What he would receive soon was Qingxuantian’s inheritance.
Chu Feng looked very forward to grasping the Imperial Armament. Simultaneously, he looked very forward to knowing where Qingxuantian had gone. He even wanted to know about the existence that nearly took away Qingxuantian’s life, one that could only be sealed after the sacrifice of the four Holy Beasts.
The Holy Land of Martialism—he knew Qingxuantian had gone there a long time ago. With his nature, perhaps he had already left many shocking achievements in that land.
As for Chu Feng, he would soon enter that world as well. He was going to step onto the same journey, but he was going to create an entirely different world.
But before all that, he had to first defeat Jiang Qisha. He had to eradicate the Immortal Execution Archipelago. He had to take back the Misty Peak, or else those were all useless thoughts.
Chu Feng tidied up his clothes, and left. He went to meet up with Lady Piaomiao and the others, preparing to return to the Eastern Sea Region.