The crimson eyeball blinked slightly. Following the imprint in its bloodline, whenever it sensed the power of the Sovereign, it had to provide the Sovereign with sufficient strength.
The eyeball closed and turned back into an unyielding stone. The strange fluctuations of power around it vanished at once, and the cold pool returned to tranquility.
From beginning to end, no one had discovered that such a creature was hidden within this cold pool.
Qianyan Mountain Range, Tingfeng Courtyard of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect.
Chen Fei sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. A peculiar power spread from the cushion, and his thoughts involuntarily calmed.
This was a Tranquil Heart Cushion, loot Chen Fei had seized during the battle in the Luotian Pavilion's strange realm. Its effect was to settle the mind and calm the spirit, allowing one to enter meditation more easily and better sense World Vital Energy during cultivation.
There had been several such cushions. Chen Fei kept one for himself and distributed all the rest among the others in the Yuan Chen Sword Sect.
This cushion was practically ineffective for Chen Fei now. He no longer needed its assistance to enter meditation or sense World Vital Energy.
Still, something was better than nothing. The more assistance he had, the better.
Grains of sand could pile into a tower; bits of fur could gather into a cloak.
The Qian Yuan Sword flew from his sleeve, and Chen Fei examined its condition.
Its spirituality had completely fallen dormant, but Chen Fei could sense that the Qian Yuan Sword was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
Chen Fei gently stroked the blade, unable to help recalling the scene when he had forged the Qian Yuan Sword all those years ago.
A piece of Heaven Stone Gold, worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver—equivalent