There was no time in cultivation.
On this day.
Chen Fan returned from hunting outside. After exchanging quite a few battle tokens, he had just returned from Divine Ability Manor after trading for a swordsmanship divine ability.
His split souls returned from various secret cultivation realms, merging with his main body. As they nurtured themselves and recovered their strength, they also shared the fruits of their respective cultivation with their true self.
Inside the palace, in the spacious training ground, Chen Fan sat cross-legged atop a meditation cushion.
He suddenly opened his eyes, having sensed an inexplicable palpitation.
"What is this?" He raised an eyebrow and flipped his hand, producing a Mustard Seed Stone.
With a thought.
A small golden sword appeared in his hand. At this moment, the little sword hummed ceaselessly, dazzling radiance rising from it.
"This thing..."
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
He had obtained this small sword back when he was in Great Qian, after killing a Primordial Demon Sect disciple named Su Wenxing.
According to him, the small sword was the key to the tomb of an expert named Venerable Yuan Yang, a fourth-level Chang Sheng cultivator. He had also told Chen Fan the location of Venerable Yuan Yang's tomb—it was in the Western Wasteland.
However, entering it required a special opportunity; the key alone was not enough.
Chen Fan had left this item in his Mustard Seed Stone for so many years, yet that opportunity had never come.
And now, it had undergone such a strange change.
It seemed the opportunity Su Wenxing had mentioned had finally arrived.
His expression was somewhat strange as he shook his head with a laugh. "Venerable Yuan Yang, with the strength of a fourth-level Chang Sheng cultivator, could become a Venerable. His power was likely no weaker than