A private room in the palace atop the Thick-Winged Bird.
The room contained two changing rooms.
"What's gotten into that brat Ling Feng? He could have flown straight to the Imperial Capital, yet he insisted on riding this painfully slow Thick-Winged Bird."
Hai Bodong looked toward the door of the opposite changing room and muttered, "Forget it. An arm can't wrestle a thigh. Better keep my mouth shut."
"This damned seal knocked me down from a Five-Star Dou Emperor to a Two-Star Dou Huang. Who knows when I'll recover?"
His voice faded, and Hai Bodong began working to restore himself.
Meanwhile, in the opposite changing room.
"So this is the Devouring Ancestral Symbol?"
Ling Feng's eyes burned as he examined the black rune in his hand. He turned his palm over, and rays of light shot from the rune, intertwining until a black sphere of light appeared before him out of thin air.
The black sphere hovered silently, its interior densely threaded with black filaments. As Ling Feng focused his gaze, he could see an ancient rune resembling a black hole floating quietly in its deepest reaches, like a slumbering divine dragon...
Ling Feng stared at the black sphere with blazing eyes and slowly reached into it. Yet just as his palm was about to touch it, the phantom of a Black-Eyed Elder suddenly appeared on its surface. An aged, hoarse voice rang out without a trace of emotion.
"Those who have not received the Ancestral Talisman's recognition may not use it!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly. A moment later, he silently invoked Spirit Imbuement: Lin Dong. When he touched the Ancestral Talisman again, the Black-Eyed Elder no longer barred his way.
Ling Feng had obtained this Devouring Ancestral Symbol from the Lin Dong he had produced through Creation, who had