Shen Fan returned to the front-line camp as if nothing had happened.
Of course, the disappearance or death of Flame Venerable and his personal guards had drawn some attention. But in the short term, unless someone like Shen Fan—a "half-witness"—reported it, no high-ranking experts would take notice.
After all, Flame Venerable was the Divine Son of the Fire Origin Spirit Race. In an army teeming with experts, who else could have killed him without anyone noticing?
Impossible, right?
But would Shen Fan report it?
He could, but there was no need.
After all, he still had his own business to attend to.
As soon as Shen Fan returned to his tent, he couldn't resist looking through the cultivation insights into Sacred Ancestor Hong Fei's Ancestral Fate Ability, which he had received as a reward from the Realm Sea.
He immersed himself in those cultivation insights.
Countless profound truths flowed through Shen Fan's heart.
He saw the essence of his seven Ancestral Fate Abilities.
They were no longer vague concepts, but intricate structures woven from countless threads of rules.
Tribulation Body was a net that drew in and absorbed the laws of destruction from the outside world.
Sacred Heart was the core that controlled that net.
Immortal Body was the net's self-repair mechanism.
A path, clearer than any he had ever seen, unfolded before his eyes.
Only then did he understand just how crude his previous fighting style and use of his Ancestral Fate Abilities had been.
It was like a three-year-old child wildly swinging an unparalleled divine weapon.
Now, though, he saw the possibility of becoming a "master swordsmith."
Three months later.
The cultivation chamber Shen Fan had specially built.
The stone door slowly opened.
Sunlight and fresh air poured into the sealed space, which had been silent for so