Bab 596: Return of Myriad Spirits

Outside of the Radiant Death City were seas and mountains of corpses.

Chu Feng knew not how many days and night he had stood here. He stretched his body occasionally as he scattered fist intent and deployed his spiritual arts. He was utilizing the boundless pressure here to temper himself, his breathing technique, and spiritual and physical arts. It was like a baptism for him.

He was in a special environment where he would occasionally reach a revelation. There were ancient fist seals, sword intents capable of rending the starry skies, spear qi capable of piercing the cosmos, and traces of a giant sky-splitting axe...

It was difficult to imagine what kind of experts were born here. It was completely unsurmisable.