Zhou Shun's Help

"Senior, is there anything else?"

Jiang Ping An asked respectfully.

Zhou Shun took out a palm-sized bone fragment. Specks of immortal light radiated from it, and the power of the Great Dao surged across its surface.

"I knocked this off an enemy in my early years. It contains a damaged Great Dao of Strength. I'm giving it to you."

Jiang Ping An froze. "Senior, this..."

"Take it."

Zhou Shun casually tossed the bone fragment to Jiang Ping An. "To me, this is merely a keepsake. It isn't worth much, and it's of no use to me anymore."

"This bone isn't particularly precious. High-level cultivators disdain it, while low-level cultivators cannot comprehend it. Since you can comprehend law here, it shows that your perception is strong. It happens to be useful to you."

"This bone should allow you to comprehend a complete Domain of Strength."

Zhou Shun had been born into an ordinary family and knew how arduous cultivation was for ordinary cultivators. Whenever he saw disciples cultivating so diligently, he thought of his former self.

Zhou Shun knew that he had reached the end of his talent. There would be no further breakthroughs in this life, nor did he expect any. His greatest pleasure now was watching younger generations grow, watching the Feather Emperor Immortal Sect become ever stronger.

Thus, he often gave disciples resources he had no use for. To him, such resources were nothing, but for these ordinary disciples, they could help them defy fate and change their destinies.

Jiang Ping An looked at the bone in his hand, his expression suddenly turning solemn. He clasped his fists and bowed to the old man once more.

"Thank you, Senior, for bestowing this treasure upon me. This junior is deeply grateful. May I know how to address you?"

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