Moon Tear Flute & Shadow Phoenix's Egg

Xiao Ming took a deep breath, letting the fresh, spiritual air of the Mystic Realm fill his lungs. His cultivation base had reached a new height, his soul strengthened, and the transparent soul flame that had emerged within him seemed to hum with energy.

The flame pulsed faintly, a steady rhythm that resonated with the very essence of the realm around him. Yet, even with these gains, a lingering feeling of uncertainty hovered in his mind.

The secret realm, with its abundant fortune, likely harbored grave dangers as well. He couldn't afford to slack off yet.

Xue Mao perched on his shoulder, its sharp, silver eyes gleaming with an odd mixture of concern and bemusement.

The snow cat's tail flicked restlessly, its fur bristling as it observed the changes in Xiao Ming's aura.

"Well, brat, I hope you're ready. The Shadow Phoenix's will won't wait forever. You'll need to accept your inheritance before that flame of yours burns everything in sight."