The Meng Family's Red Flag Order originated from the Ancient Times. It was said to be a supreme art of the Heavenly Emperor; what the Meng Family had obtained was merely a fragment of that supreme art, stopping at the Great Grandmaster realm, without any method for breaking through to the Celestial Human realm.
Yet, with the few mysteries conveyed by the Fire Cloud Tree's heart just now, Meng Zhao had vaguely comprehended more martial paths that the Red Flag Order had never touched upon. Clearly, they complemented one another and were even inclusive of each other.
Although it did not involve any specific cultivation method, Meng Zhao's martial arts had already reached the realm of comprehending the Great Dao.
Pursuing the principles of heaven and earth, condensing his own Dao Fruit, and attaining the supreme realm of Gods and Devils—that was what he should do.
Of course, outsiders only saw Meng Zhao casually accept the Fire Cloud Tree's heart handed over by Gan Mingfeng, his complexion growing slightly ruddy. All the greater turbulence had been forcibly locked within his physical body by Meng Zhao's overwhelmingly powerful cultivation.
At that moment, things like scraps of paper suddenly fluttered down from above their heads. Looking closely, they realized that all the Fire Cloud Tree's leaves had fallen from its crown, as though they had lost the nourishment of Life Essence.
The Fire Cloud Tree, originally so extraordinary and mystical, had also become incomparably dim. Its bark was tightly drawn, devoid of vitality, as though it would completely wither away before long.
However, Meng Zhao's discerning eyes were like torches. With a single glance, he saw through it: the tree's vitality remained. It had only ever been a hub serving as a node, rather than the core. A formation capable of shaking