Over the years, constantly nurtured by his own blood, Gu Qingfeng felt that his connection with the Evil Slayer Blade had deepened further, and within this Divine Blade, it seemed as though something was about to be conceived.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to Gu Qingfeng.
He had felt the same way atop the jujube tree at the Divine Martial Sect.
The difference was,
compared to the spiritual essence of the jujube tree, the spiritual essence of the Evil Slayer Blade was significantly weaker; to truly reach the level of the jujube tree would still require time and slow nurturing.
However,
Time was what Gu Qingfeng least lacked now.
For him,
with a lifespan of six thousand years in the Dao Palace Realm, he was only fifty-two years old thus far.
Compared to six thousand years, it was less than one percent.
—
The next day.
Gu Qingfeng emerged from seclusion.
As soon as he came out, Gu Peng was the first to arrive.
