PS: This extra chapter was added to celebrate reader Nanfang Jiatong's birthday. Happy birthday! ^_^
At dawn the next morning, the Su Family disciples began their cultivation beneath the rising sun.
This was the Su Family's morning practice, a tradition they had maintained ever since going into seclusion. Of the twelve hours in each day, they had to spend at least six cultivating.
The period when the sun first rose was when the power of heaven and earth was at its richest. They could not afford to waste it.
The Su Family knew that, after withdrawing from the world, they had essentially given up on improving their cultivation through battle. So they had chosen the simplest path: hard training, pure and relentless.
For anyone else, such tedious training might yield no results in a lifetime. But paired with the Su Family's natural gifts, it had produced a considerable number of powerful warriors.
Yet as the Su Family members immersed themselves in their training, a vast aura suddenly swept over them.
It was grand and mighty, noble and untouchable. An ancient aura burst forth, and a phoenix's cry rang in everyone's ears!
The Su Family members opened their eyes. The martial arts forces around Wutong Mountain sensed the aura as well and hurriedly turned toward the mountain.
At that moment, a clear phoenix cry echoed across the land. A distinct phantom phoenix rose from Wutong Mountain, soared toward the rising sun, then finally vanished into the void.
The region around Wutong Mountain fell silent for several breaths. Then it erupted into a frenzy!
They had no idea what the phoenix phantom signified, but it was undoubtedly a rare treasure!
Anything capable of causing such a commotion had to be a peerless treasure, one that would shake the world. It might even