The two pages of phoenix blood red gold merged into one, flowing with misty radiance that made even his hands look crystalline and translucent. This was a supreme divine art, the "Zhe" of the Nine Secrets. Once he mastered it, even dying would be difficult.
Qin Tian studied it silently. This divine art expounded on longevity and recovery, making a single measure of life force serve as a hundred. Once mastered, it could develop immortal Dao patterns within the body, slowing the consumption of vital essence. It could well be called a longevity immortal scripture.
Should a crisis arise, the immortal Dao patterns could repair the body on their own, fully deserving their place among the foremost recovery secret arts in the mortal world.
This secret art was profoundly abstruse and intricate.
But with Qin Tian's comprehension, learning it was not difficult.
A short while later, a Dao seed settled in the field of his heart, resonating with the other Nine Secrets and producing a mysterious fluctuation that swept through the Five Great Secret Realms.
Qin Tian addressed his followers. "It's time to leave this Life Source Land and return to Big Dipper!"
"Return to Big Dipper?!"
Excitement flashed in the eyes of Golden Horn, Silver Horn, and the other Ancient Race Saints.
They had been away from home for far, far too long.
An entire era had passed since the expeditionary army set out-a full million years.
They desperately wanted to return to Big Dipper, return to their clans, and warn them whom they could afford to offend and whom they could not.
To prevent an irreparable situation from arising.
No one understood his potential and combat prowess better than those who followed at Qin Tian's side.
Even an Emperor Son would struggle to contend with Qin Tian for