The Dragon Soul War God is the Young Master of the Four Great Races. It's impossible for the Four Great Races to possess the Pangu Technique, and it's impossible for the Rakshasa Race to possess it as well. Only Feng Wuchen has it, "an old man said with certainty.
The Evil Emperor frowned slightly and said doubtfully, "It's a pity that we haven't been able to find out Feng Wuchen's origins. We also don't know where he obtained the powerful Pangu Technique."
From their conversation, it could be seen that the Ancient Sacred Temple had already begun to pay attention to the Dragon Soul, especially Feng Wuchen.
As an ancient power, how could they not know about the earth-shattering battle between the Four Great Races and the Nightmare Race?
Tang Chenxin said solemnly, "The Dragon Soul and the Rakshasa Race possess the powerful Pangu Technique. This in itself allows them to cultivate at a terrifying speed that surpasses the top geniuses. However, what I don't understand is that even the powerful Pangu Technique can't increase their cultivation by several stars in an instant. No matter if it's medicinal pills or natural treasures, it's impossible for them to have such an effect.
"I've been secretly observing them for a long time, but I don't know how they managed to increase their cultivation. The Dragon Soul's mysteriousness is indeed curious and fearful."
At the end of his words, a hint of fear flashed in the depths of Tang Chenxin's old eyes.
The Evil Emperor looked at the Great Elder and asked solemnly, "Then, according to the Great Elder's words, we still can't touch the Dragon Soul?" The Great Elder changed his mind at the last minute. He must have discovered something. "
The upper echelons of the hall looked at Tang Chenxin.
Tang Chenxin nodded slightly, and his old face became even more solemn. He said, "Feng Wuchen's gaze made me change my mind."
"Feng Wuchen's gaze?" The Evil Emperor and the other upper echelons were stunned.
Just how terrifying was his gaze to be able to make the Great Elder of an ancient power change his mind in an instant?
Tang Chenxin said solemnly, "It's a gaze that looks down on everything and only himself! I've lived for a million years, and I've never seen such an unintentional gaze from anyone. Even an Ancient God expert doesn't have such a gaze. "
"Arrogant and conceited?" Evil Emperor frowned slightly.
"Grand Elder, just a glance, no matter how terrifying it is, can't prove anything. Feng Wuchen's personal strength is pitifully weak," said an expert. He didn't think that Feng Wuchen was that terrifying.
Tang Chenxin shook his head and said, "I've never seen a junior who didn't have any change in expression or panic in his eyes in the face of my aura. He even dared to threaten me. Only Feng Wuchen."
"Only Feng Wuchen can make the Grand Elder give such an evaluation," said the Vile-Emperor.
Tang Chenxin's face was solemn. He continued, "Feng Wuchen is definitely related to the Pangu Technique. This is enough to prove that Feng Wuchen is not simple. The Pangu Technique doesn't belong to the Ancient Immortal World. It belongs to the Pangu Realm. The Dragon Soul and Rakshasa's Pangu Technique definitely doesn't belong to ordinary experts of the Pangu Realm."
"We don't know if there's such an expert behind Feng Wuchen. That's why I changed my mind. Before we figure out Feng Wuchen's background, we can't do anything. I'd rather not use the Pangu Technique. Otherwise, what awaits us is nothing but ashes! Feng Wuchen is not to be trifled with. The consequences of offending him will be the same as those of the Green Lotus Holy Palace and the Heavenly Court. "
The ancient powers were indeed powerful, but in front of the experts of the Pangu Realm, they were just ants.
"You're right, Grand Elder. We don't know if Feng Wuchen has the support of the experts of the Pangu Realm. This matter needs further consideration, or we can wait for others to act." Evil Emperor nodded in agreement.
"Continue to send people to spy on him. I need to go into seclusion." Tang Chenxin said faintly. Qiu Tian's strength had already made him feel threatened. He also needed to improve his cultivation base.
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A few days later, Feng Wuchen had already refined powerful elixirs and Heaven-Defying Divine Beads for various realms. He had also refined quite a number of Five Times Space Rings, all of which were used to improve the strength of the Rakshasa Lords.
In the past few days, Lu Tianlou, Lei Yi, and the others had improved their refining skills under Feng Wuchen's guidance. They had already refined quite a number of Grade Five Ancient Immortal Swords and elixirs.
"My Lord, how do you refine these Space Rings? My Lord, you've used your Divine Power to refine them in an instant. This Old Man is very curious, but I don't know how to refine them. "Lu Tianlou asked respectfully. His old face was filled with anxiety.
"My Lord, we also want to refine Space Magical Treasures!" Lei Yi quickly said.
Feng Wuchen smiled faintly. "That's not difficult. I'll take a rest first to recover my Soul Power. I'll teach you later."
"That's great! Thank you, my Lord! "Lu Tianlou and the other alchemists were overjoyed and excited.
Any bit of Emperor Peerless' inheritance would be enough for them to use for the rest of their lives. Moreover, the Rakshasa Lords also needed their help. There was nothing wrong with teaching them how to refine Space Magical Treasures.
"My Lord, Qin Qingyuan and the Twin Ghosts of Black and White are already waiting in the main hall. Chu Shitian brought back two Six-star Ancient Immortal Venerables. One is his cousin, and the other is his cousin. They're also waiting in the main hall." Ye Qingyu's beautiful figure appeared and reported respectfully. Her pretty face was filled with embarrassment.
"Cousin?" Feng Wuchen was stunned. He muttered, "Is this kid planning to develop the Rakshasa Lords into his relatives' faction? He won't drag his uncles in when the time comes, will he? "
"…" Ye Qingyu was speechless.
After gesturing for Lu Tianlou and the others to continue refining, Feng Wuchen followed Ye Qingyu to the main hall.
Chu Shitian and the others were waiting respectfully in the main hall.
Feng Wuchen had just entered the main hall when he set up a powerful barrier to isolate the outside world.
"Greetings, My Lord!" Chu Shitian and the others knelt respectfully.
"Rise. I called you here today because the Rakshasa Lords are too weak. I'm here to help you increase your cultivation!" Feng Wuchen went straight to the point. His expression was solemn and filled with dignity.
"Increase our cultivation?" Chu Shitian and the others were shocked. They were instantly overjoyed.
"The ancient faction of the Ancient Heavenly Court has already awakened. It's a great threat to the Rakshasa Lords. There's a need to increase your strength and teach you the even more powerful Pangu Art. Remember, I can take back what I give you at any time. I don't want to see any betrayal!" Feng Wuchen said solemnly. He didn't waste any more words and directly waved his hand to reward them.
"Swish!"
A ray of golden light instantly entered Qin Qingyuan's forehead. In an instant, an extremely terrifying aura erupted wildly. His cultivation soared rapidly.
Feng Wuchen activated the Ancestor of All Flames. As he refined the Ancient Immortal Sword, he said, "Qin Qingyuan, from today onwards, you're the Supreme Commander of the Rakshasa Lords. I'll bestow upon you the power of thunder and Great Emperor Mo Luo's original sword art!"
As Feng Wuchen finished speaking, Qin Qingyuan's cultivation soared from a Five-Star Ancient Immortal Venerable to a Seven-Star Ancient Immortal Venerable. It was as if he had been reborn.
This terrifying Divine Power stunned Chu Shitian and the Black White Double Ghosts. They were petrified on the spot!
"I pledge my life to you, My Lord!" Qin Qingyuan was shocked and grateful. Huge waves surged in his heart. He could clearly feel how terrifying that power of thunder was.
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