That trace of ferocity had first been directed at the Heavenly Devil Tower, but he soon suppressed it.
He stood at the bow of the Primordial Magnetism Divine Boat, gazing at the faintly visible pillar of pitch-black light reaching into the heavens in the distance, motionless for a long time.
The Heavenly Devil Tower, the Divine Ability Realm ancient bloodline-the Nine Nether Aristocratic Clan had passed them down to this day, with people in every generation risking their lives for them.
Qing Chen knew perfectly well that if that thing truly fell into his hands, so long as he could glimpse the mysteries of the Heavenly Devil Race's Divine Ability Realm bloodline within it, his body tempering and Blood Path would both benefit enormously.
What had brought him this far? Never letting a single chance to climb higher slip away.
When it was time to seize, he seized. When it was time to deceive, he deceived. When it was time to kill, he killed.
But no sooner had the thought arisen than he recalled Huo Lifei's words: what you lack now is time.
Those words slowly darkened Qing Chen's expression. Arrogant as that woman Huo Lifei was, her discernment was truly first-rate.
What he lacked most now really was not fortuitous opportunities, but time.
He had gained far too much on this trip to the Rebirth Furnace.
Any one of those gains would have been enough to make a Nascent Soul True Lord enter a century of secluded cultivation, refusing to emerge until he had painstakingly comprehended and slowly digested it.
Given fifty years-no, even thirty-he was confident he could shed his old self and undergo a complete transformation, vastly increasing his combat strength.
After all, he had no shortage of essence blood, spirit stones, fortune power, and medicinal pills