Sky Pavilion.
Feng Wuchen and Ling Xiaoxiao flew in, hovering above the Sky Pavilion, the palace of which had been rebuilt and was completely renewed.
The majestic and grandiose palace filled people with awe.
Although the Sky Pavilion had just added a new batch of death-row inmates, its strength had also improved due to the increase in cultivation levels of Chi Huang and others.
"The strength of the Sky Pavilion has indeed become much stronger, but it's still weak," Feng Wuchen said indifferently.
Ling Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Brother Feng, the Sky Pavilion needs time, there's no need to rush."
"Mm," Feng Wuchen nodded, understanding the principle that things will develop in the opposite direction when they become extreme.
Looking at his palm, Feng Wuchen thought to himself, "Has my bloodline not fully awakened yet? That sensation before, it seemed to go beyond the power of the bloodline, what exactly was that force?"