Seeing that Wan Xin could comprehend the Secret Skill, Feng Hao finally calmed down.
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If she couldn't comprehend the secret skill, Wan Xin would inevitably be depressed for a period of time.
At this time, she should be comprehending an Ice Attribute Secret Skill Scroll. Just by looking at the dense white light, one's soul would feel cold.
Huh?
Feng Hao was a little surprised. Logically speaking, the surrounding temperature should be affected. But now, it seemed that the surroundings were not affected at all. Except for the stuffy air, there was not a trace of cold air.
This made Feng Hao a little confused.
After a while, he saw a flash of light under Wan Xin's feet.
So that was it.
Looking down, Feng Hao saw that under his feet, the floor was covered with indecipherable runes.
Obviously, the reason was because the formation was working. It was absorbing the energy that was spilling out.
This was a good idea.
Ling'er, remember what to do, right?
Yes.
Joan Of Arc nodded seriously and walked to the bookshelf. Her snow-white hands picked up the scrolls one by one. She opened and put them down, choosing one by one.
Seven days was not a long time!
Feng Hao raised the corner of his mouth. He walked to the other side of the bookshelf and began to search for Secret Skills or high-grade Martial Skills.
Although Secret Skills were precious, Martial Skills were indispensable.
Reaching out, Feng Hao took out the first scroll. The paper was a little yellow, but it was very clean and tidy. There was not a trace of dust on it.
Heart Pressing Palm!
One look at the name and you knew it was only a Martial Skill.
Unfolding the scroll, Fenghao briefly read the description on it before placing it back in its original position.
According to his estimation, this was only a Profound Level Martial Skill. Its power was not bad, but compared to the Thunder Fist, it was too far away.
Without thinking much, Feng Hao took out the second scroll.
Martial Techniques were different from Secret Techniques. As long as one could comprehend a Martial Technique, one could grasp it. However, Secret Techniques were different. It required luck.
Within these bookshelves, Martial Techniques, Secret Techniques, and Secret Manuals were all mixed together. It was hard to tell what rank they were and how powerful they were. As for Secret Techniques, they were actually very easy to recognize.
He couldn't cultivate it, he couldn't open it at all!
In a row, Feng Hao had already chosen thirty to forty scrolls, but he hadn't gained anything. During this time, he had chosen two secret skill scrolls, but he couldn't open them. These two scrolls didn't completely return to their original position. They were placed two centimeters apart compared to their surroundings.
This was the mark between them.
Huh?
Under the bookshelf, on the last layer, Feng Hao saw a somewhat tattered book. He picked it up and discovered that it was not a Martial Technique or Secret Technique.
This was a notebook!
This expert's name was Qing Muhua!
After opening it, Feng Hao realized that he couldn't understand the words on it.
These words were not from this era!
In other words, this record was left behind from the Primordial Era!This Qing Muhua was an expert from the Primordial Era.
Seeing the existence of this notebook, Feng Hao seemed to understand that part of Lu Song's intention was for him to read this notebook. However, he couldn't understand the words on it.
This really made him speechless.
Oh, right, can I sense it?
Just as he was about to put it back, his heart suddenly lit up. Then, he slowly closed his eyes and calmed his mind.
After a long time, a broken scene appeared before his eyes.
Countless experts were fighting. Blood light soared into the sky. The sky trembled, and the earth roared. The entire world was blood red. Killing intent surged. Countless aggrieved spirits struggled in the sea of blood. Their mournful wails shook one's heart.
He saw an old man in green standing on the ground in the distance, recording everything. His eyes were filled with sorrow and pain.
In a daze, a voice rang in Feng Hao's ears.
Tianyuan Calendar, Year 37860. The Sovereign Lord ascended and left. From then on, the Divine Halls fought for power. The world was in chaos. The people had no way of making a living. In order to seize the position of the Sovereign Lord, the Divine Halls started a war. The entire Tianyuan Continent was divided into nine camps …
There was no clear victor. There were heavy casualties. However, foreign enemies invaded. The Tianyuan Continent was once again stirred up a storm of blood. The Nine Divine Halls united and fought against the foreign enemies … After the war, the Nine Divine Halls retreated from the world. From then on, the Imperial City had no ruler …
Approximately four hours later, Fenghao finally opened his eyes and deeply exhaled a breath of air. His eyes were filled with shock.
This notebook recorded the reason for the war in the Primordial Era and some of the things that happened after that.
However, the major events were unclear. It could be seen that this Qing Muhua was not someone who stood at the peak.
He was just a witness to history.
However, from this information, Feng Hao could roughly understand some things.
During the Primordial Era, there were probably nine Divine Halls that were the supreme forces of that time. Originally, there was only one Sovereign Lord who kept the world at peace. However, the Sovereign Lord broke through the sky and disappeared. The nine Divine Halls fought against each other to seize power …
When they suffered heavy casualties, foreign enemies invaded. The nine Divine Halls worked together again and chased away the foreign enemies. After suffering heavy casualties, they retreated from the world and had not appeared in front of the world until now.
Sovereign Lord?Nine Divine Halls?Foreign enemies?
Other than the Divine Halls, Feng Hao was somewhat familiar with these terms. After all, there were quite a number of Divine Halls in the Primordial Era. However, this was the first time he had heard of them.
One person kept the entire continent in awe?
Fenghao could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. His eyes were filled with shock.
During the Primordial Era, experts were as common as clouds. It was during that period that this person known as the Sovereign Lord stood at the peak alone and kept everyone in awe. What kind of cultivation did he need to achieve that?
Feng Hao could not imagine it any further.
Then, what was that bead?
He recalled the scenes he saw when he absorbed the special energy in the Primordial Era.
That resplendent bead was definitely not an ordinary item!
Unfortunately, Qing Muhua's notebook did not record anything related to that bead. It also did not record how the people of the Primordial Era cultivated.
What was the current situation of the continent like?What was the situation like?
After putting the notebook back to its original place, Feng Hao's eyes became confused.
The more he understood, the more he could not understand the continent.
Had the nine Divine Halls really gone into hiding and disappeared?
That was absolutely impossible!
At the thought of this, Feng Hao's body trembled. A sense of urgency rose from the bottom of his heart.
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