Jiang Ping An stared at the Curse Seal information that had appeared in his mind and froze. "Senior..."
"This Venerable One had originally been reluctant to give it to you, but This Venerable One is in a good mood now, haha~"
With his return home so close at hand, Duan Xuan was in exceptionally high spirits.
"These Curse Seals were obtained by This Venerable One from those Curse Spirits, along with This Venerable One's insights from a million years of study. If you find them useful, cultivate them. They are enough for you to found a sect and establish a school. If you do not wish to cultivate them, dispose of them as you see fit."
"Thank you, Senior."
Jiang Ping An offered his solemn thanks.
The value of these Curse Seals was no less than that of top-grade immortal techniques such as the Devouring Heaven Demon Scripture and Devil Silk Shadow. They were immensely valuable.
Even those superpowers would not casually gift immortal techniques of this caliber to outsiders.
If they were sold, they would spark a scramble among the major powers of the Immortal Realm.
"No need to be so polite. In our era, in order to survive, we often shared cultivation techniques and cultivation insights with one another. You have great talent. If you can continue to grow, you can also become a mainstay of the human race in its fight against the Demon Race."
Duan Xuan hummed an ancient war song. It was somewhat tragic and solemn, yet its melody stirred one onward.
During that dark age, this war song had inspired generation after generation of people.
Jiang Ping An discovered that the song Duan Xuan was humming was the same war song that had echoed between heaven and earth when he had obtained the Battle