Chaos Insects of Chaotic Immortal Marsh

At the center of the layered pocket spaces lay the immortal spring.

This place spanned seven or eight hundred zhang. It did not look large, but the immortal qi within was enough to produce at least fifty True Immortals. Even within a second-rate faction, it would count as a priceless treasure.

Having arrived beside the spring, Liu Feng paid no attention to its immortal qi. His gaze instead fell upon a faintly visible skeleton within the pool.

The bones seemed fused into the void itself. In Liu Feng's eyes, the layered pocket spaces around them had arisen precisely because of this skeleton.

"This exotic beast likely came here when it was on the verge of death. Unfortunately, not even the immortal spring could save it."

Liu Feng flew down onto the exotic beast's skeleton. Just as he had done over the past thousand years, he used these bones to comprehend the Dao of the void.

A divine wheel of faith power emerged behind him, a full circle larger than it had been fourteen hundred years ago.

Above it condensed another solid golden wheel, like a magical treasure. A thousand wheels turned in unison within it—it was the great divine ability, Myriad-Attraction Void Wheel. Liu Feng could now wield it with ease, deploying it at any moment or dispersing it whenever he wished.

The ripples of Buddhist power spreading from the golden wheel were far stronger than before. There was no other reason: bolstered by countless opportunities and enlightened by the cultivation insights contained in his past-life memories, Liu Feng had pushed his Buddhist path into the middle stage of the Venerable realm.

The two wheels revolved above and below him. At Liu Feng's brow, lightning and fire intertwined into a sigil. Its runes were sharply divided, crimson on the left