Time flew by, and spring returned to the earth.
On Eagle Sorrow Cliff, aside from a patch of snow at the summit, the foothills had already turned yellow-green.
The waterfall halfway up the mountain had changed from a trickle to a roaring rush.
With second-tier Finger Points to Steel, Chen Mu expanded the secret chamber once more by sinking it deeper.
Thirty meters underground, there was now a space two stories tall and as large as seven or eight bedrooms.
Chen Mu stood in the center of the chamber, linking his mana.
A flash of black-red light appeared behind him, and a dark-red phantom emerged, two meters tall and one and a half meters wide, as large as a pair of doors.
Chen Mu turned to look, growing ever more certain that the phantom was a humanoid statue clad in armor.
"Giant Spirit God?"
"Did such a deity really exist?" Chen Mu could not help thinking of the Winter Moon Divine Lord and studied it carefully.
The statue wore a black hooded cloak, its head and face shrouded in darkness.
Ferocious beast heads swallowed its shoulders, while faint dark-gold threads could be seen upon its dark-red plate armor.
After staring for a long time, Chen Mu actually felt as though he were connected to the statue by blood.
"It doesn't seem to be an illusion."
The Giant Spirit Secret Technique seemed somewhat different from other secret techniques.
Rather than a secret technique, it resembled a magical artifact—one forged from his own qi, blood, essence, and mana.
It normally remained hidden in an unknown space, constantly accumulating power as Chen Mu refined it.
Once activated, it could swiftly feed that power back to its user, granting immense strength.
"Good thing it isn't one of those gods or ghosts."
What he feared