524 Long Seclusion (2/2)
Zhao Feng closed his eyes once more.
For the next couple days, he started to test out how to incorporate his Wind Lightning Inheritance into some actual combat techniques.
Ten days later, Zhao Feng met a bottleneck in terms of the Wind Lightning Inheritance.
Miao miao!
The little thieving cat threw its coins and shook its head once more.
“Fine.”
He changed direction and merged his consciousness into the Ice Imperial Spear.
This time, he focused on his bloodline power and comprehending the Ice Imperial Spear’s contents.
A month later, Zhao Feng let out a long breath.
When he opened his eyes this time, there was a powerful belief glowing from them.
This was the first time Zhao Feng had actually entered seclusion for three or four months straight.
“I’ve never been in seclusion for so long.”
Zhao Feng started to think about the past. He didn’t even take half a year to cultivate from the Second Rank of the Consolidated Realm to the Seventh Rank.
Miao miao!
The little thieving cat threw its old coins and still recommended Zhao Feng not to return to the Iron Blood Religion.
“I’ve reached bottlenecks in every aspect. There won’t be any effect if I stay in seclusion.”
Zhao Feng shook his head.
This was the longest time he had ever spent in seclusion. The Wind Lightning Stone Tablet, the Ice Imperial Spear, and his eye-bloodline had all reached bottlenecks that he wouldn’t be able to break through in the short term.
“Let’s go.”
A layer of lightning covered Zhao Feng as he flashed through the air.
Several days later, the main headquarters of the Iron Blood Religion.
An azure-purple figure flashed down from the clouds, landing in front of the great hall with a destructive aura.
However, the second he arrived, Zhao Feng could feel something was wrong, and his heart suddenly felt extremely uneasy.
“Zhao Feng, if you hadn’t come back soon, I would have left.”
A voice filled with battle-intent sounded from another section.
Zhao Feng looked toward that direction and saw a black-haired youth sitting on top of a hall.
“Yu Tianhao?”
Zhao Feng was surprised. Why was Yu Tianhao here?
Right as he was surprised, the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi nearby started to move, forming a powerful aura.
“Zhao Feng, this old one’s been waiting for several months.”
An old voice with cold intent sounded from the top of a building.
Shua!
A white-robed elder appeared in front of Zhao Feng.
_Sovereign!_
Zhao Feng’s body stiffened. He felt every action was harder than before.
“May I ask senior…”
Zhao Feng felt that this white-robed elder was familiar.
“I’m the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Yuan Clan and Zhao Yufei’s master.”
Dao Sovereign Baiyun harrumphed coldly.
_Yufei’s master? Dao Sovereign Baiyun?_
Zhao Feng finally realized why Dao Sovereign Baiyun had come.
However, before Zhao Feng could say anything else, another powerful ice-cold aura on par with Dao Sovereign Baiyun’s appeared.
Sii!
Zhao Feng hiccupped and felt as if his bloodline was frozen.
_Another Sovereign? Who is it?_
Zhao Feng felt that this aura was familiar as well.
Raising his head, he was stunned by what he saw.
In the clouds, there was a beauty holding a staff of ice. She was wearing a crown and she seemed like the goddess of snow.
“Mystic Ice Queen!”
Zhao Feng took in a cold breath as he recognized the other Sovereign’s identity.
This beauty holding the ice staff was the ruler of the Mystic Ice Palace and she had appeared at the Northern Star Stand.
Confusion flashed in Zhao Feng’s eyes. He could guess Dao Sovereign Baiyun’s intentions, but the only one connected to both him and the Mystic Ice Queen was her disciple – Goddess Bing Wei.
However, the enmity between Zhao Feng and Goddess Bing Wei belonged to the realm of the younger generation, and it wasn’t really that bad anyway, so that wouldn’t cause the Mystic Ice Queen to personally come.
Sou! Sou!
The figures of a male and a female appeared on her left and right. It was a golden-haired youth and a beauty.
“Three Eyed Saint, Goddess Bing Wei!”
Zhao Feng’s pupils contracted.
He had his guesses after seeing the Three Eyed Saint.
“Zhao Feng, is my father’s death related to you in any way…?”
The Three Eyed Saint’s voice was cold and forceful.