After Lin Yue spoke, Meng Tianzheng froze. He possessed both the True Phoenix and True Dragon Treasure Techniques. Even within his own family, this young man must have held a lofty position.
These were the treasure techniques of the Ten Fiends. As the war subsided and people recorded the ancient history, those heaven-defying beings of Immortal Ancient were revered by later generations, their names already renowned throughout the world.
Moreover, these belonged to the True Dragon and True Phoenix, two of the most illustrious among them. Even a single scattered move would have the great families fighting until their heads cracked and blood flowed. Yet now he could cultivate both complete techniques at once. Was this what they meant by surviving a great calamity and being rewarded with blessings afterward?
Doubts stirred in Meng Tianzheng's heart. Lin Yue also resembled Immortal King Wusheng somewhat. He wondered whether there was a connection between them.
For an entire month, the two never left the rear mountain. Meng Tong visited several times, and each time he saw the endlessly transforming true inscriptions and undying divine runes encircling heaven and earth within the formation, he was secretly astonished.
These were heaven-reaching secret arts. They only strengthened his conviction about Lin Yue's identity. After all, recently, not just Meng Chuan but the entire Myriad Dragon Heavenly Continent had been abuzz with the news that Lin Yue belonged to that legendary clan. Had it not been for the silky golden hair draped over his shoulders, people might already have proclaimed him Immortal King Wusheng's own son.
Three months later, the two emerged from the rear mountain.
Seeing Meng Tianzheng with his aura completely withdrawn, looking utterly ordinary, Meng Tong could not quite gather his wits.
"Brother Meng, now that this matter is settled, I may have