Inheritor

An hour later, the natural curve covered by the light armor had already disappeared. Shen Ping could not help but look down at the floor of the quiet room. There seemed to be an invisible and indescribable past recorded there. He raised his hand and smelled the special smell emitted by his fingertips. This was the bitterness that cultivators accumulated over time. It was long and had a strange fragrance.

He thought about it carefully. Pei Huoyu's reply rang in his ears. "Give me more time." He looked in the direction of the door of the quiet room again. Shen Ping's eyes revealed a smile. He knew that after the three questions today,

Perfected Pei's Dao was already in sight.

…

Zhongsheng Continent.

In the sky above the desolate and remote island. The phantoms of the two highest thrones, which were warm white and dark red, gradually appeared.