Le Wen, wonderful.
Could it be because of the Wood Soul Artifact?
Ye Tian suddenly thought of it. With a sweep of his divine sense, the round wooden disk-like Wood Soul Artifact appeared in his hand.
It looked utterly ordinary, but upon closer inspection, one could see the Dao's rhythm flowing through the patterns on its surface.
There was another mystery within it, but Ye Tian had no patience to comprehend it now.
It seemed that the Twelve Ancestral Shamans were not harmonious either. There were struggles for interests among them, and from the black shadow's words, they even had ranks of superiority and inferiority.
Regardless of their original intentions, it seemed to have no positive effect at present. At the very least, there appeared to be some rift between the Water Ancestor Witch and the Fire Ancestor Witch.
As for Di Jiang... although he could not be completely certain yet, Di Jiang was at least the most suspicious. Among the ancestral shamans who controlled space, he was probably the only one capable of using such a secret art to tear open space within the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
The relationships among the Twelve Ancestral Shamans were still a tangled mess in Ye Tian's mind, though he had barely managed to sort out a few thoughts.
After drifting through the void for who knew how many years, Ye Tian's body had actually become fully capable of enduring the tempering of the astral winds.
This had been honed through countless stretches of time spent enduring thousand cuts. Today, Ye Tian's fleshly body was already nothing like it had once been. If supplemented by a body-refining secret art, he would certainly not be weaker than any human body cultivator of the same realm.
As his fleshly body grew