Capítulo 397: The Twelve Paths

The Thunderbull carriage rode the skies with speed far surpassing anything I'd seen. It is still far from the speed it used to have when I first rode on it back at the Ancient Sect Memory trial. But this speed is far superior to even my own hoverboard.

The Thunderbull rode on the skies and into space away from the tribulation that was slowly dissipating and away from that nasty old man.

I've gotten my hand on one of the Poison God's Heritage books, and it seems that this one already had consumed another book.

Shi Situ, the Poison Cultivator had already killed another competitor and now I own four of the twelve books.

My own book, the Poison God's Heritage of Alchemy, immediately consumed the Poison God's Heritage of Death and another one that was included inside it.

The one included was the Poison God's Heritage of Law.

The moment my own book consumed the other, a new text revealed itself to me.

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Dear Disciple of Mine.