He had already mastered several of these Supernatural Powers.
For example, Three Realms Rotation was the great spatial Supernatural Power of Keke's mother, the Xiantian Ancestral Dragon. He had received its inheritance back on Dragon Island. Yet many more were things he had never heard of or seen before, each one pointing directly to the origin of the Great Dao.
"The Nine Provinces have fewer Ancestor Gods than the Otherworld."
Shennong's voice echoed amid the radiant rain of Supernatural Powers, carrying a trace of pride.
"But the Ancestor Gods of the Nine Provinces are more united than those of the Otherworld. Old fellows like us never believed in keeping things to ourselves. Supernatural Powers and combat techniques have always been passed from you to me, and from me to others, shared among us all. Today, I give them all to you not as charity, but as a trust."
"Pass on the flame. Do not let it die out."
Wang Xuan remained silent.
After a moment, he solemnly raised his hands and bowed deeply toward the aged figure.
"This junior accepts."
Holy light entered his body. One Supernatural Power after another was branded and sealed away by his supreme divine consciousness, awaiting his future comprehension.
At the very instant the holy light completely entered his body, Wang Xuan's heart suddenly sank for no reason.
He abruptly looked up.
Above the sea of clouds, Shennong's remnant soul Dharma body was visibly dimming and fading, like a stick of incense burned to its end. Its flame slowly withdrew, and even that spine which had stood tall through countless ages seemed to carry an indescribable weariness and serenity.
The wind stopped.
The entire world became terrifyingly silent.
Wang Xuan's Void-Piercing Heavenly Eye saw clearly—the tiny origin flame sustaining Shennong's Dharma body was gradually going