He listened carefully to the ceaseless chanting of the other party.
Gradually, he seemed to understand something.
The Lan Yu that had previously landed on him and vanished suddenly appeared within his Dantian.
"Transformation Feather Art..."
"Heaven and Earth have endless epochs, countless worlds born and perished, like feathers floating through the void."
"Transform into a feather with the body, harmonize with the world, flow with the epochs, uncertain life and death, traverse catastrophes, transcend eternity..."
Wu Fuqiu listened, utterly captivated, frowning at times, and at others, filled with joy.
This "Cataclysmic Transformation Feather Art" was incredibly profound for him, a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
But even glimpsing a corner of it allowed him to have a profound understanding, and his inner realm climbed incessantly.
Wu Fuqiu was immersed, unaware of how much time had passed.