Several months later, Zhu Fei was positioned in a relatively safe mountain cave.
At this moment, Dao rhythm surrounded him, with strands of powerful and mysterious aura radiating outwards, centered around his presence.
And beside him, placed conspicuously, was a flower in the shape of a skull—the very Ten-thousand-year-old Skull Flower!
Zhu Fei knew that using the Ten-thousand-year-old Skull Flower was not like consuming a Pill or Spiritual Medicine directly, but rather to utilize its artistic conception to comprehend the rules of the Dao.
And during these several months, Zhu Fei leveraged the effects of the Ten-thousand-year-old Skull Flower to cleanse his own cultivation and Divine Skills.
At this moment, one of the petals of the Ten-thousand-year-old Skull Flower was already missing.
Zhu Fei gradually opened his eyes and looked at the Ten-thousand-year-old Skull Flower placed in the palm of his hand, feeling a slight pang of heartache.
