To study formations, Wenlong stayed in the Ancient Tomb for half a year. Formations were a path of deception-that was how the mighty one had described them.
As for their intricacies, Wenlong had only glimpsed a leopard through a tube, seeing no more than a few spots. Truly mastering and integrating everything would be no easy task.
He had no time to linger here much longer. The construction at Flame Mountain still needed his planning.
His family was still on the Azure Dragon Continent, waiting anxiously for him. He would build the city at Flame Mountain first, then bring his family over, ensuring they had somewhere safe.
Wenlong walked out of the burial chamber. Now that he had received Yuan Tiancheng's legacy, he could be considered his disciple.
Before leaving, he repaired the tomb he had damaged. He had to keep his master's tomb in good condition and prevent anyone else from damaging it in the future.
He even restored each of the formations he had destroyed. The dignity of a mighty one had to be upheld as well.
He could no longer be bothered to hunt down the spirit beasts outside. Nor did he feel inclined to gather the precious spirit herbs growing throughout the region.
The wealth Yuan Tiancheng had left behind was enough for his needs. He had also lost interest in treasure hunting.
His greatest gain from this trip to the Dreamscape Region was not the wealth Yuan Tiancheng had left behind. Rather, it was his mental power, which had grown several times stronger without him even realizing it.
He had only a hazy understanding of the wondrous uses of mental power. With no manual to cultivate from and no one to guide him, he was in an awkward position.
Wenlong naturally knew how formidable mental