Chương 411: Rank 7 Mo Zi

The parrot never came back. Meng Hao wasn't too concerned about this. Who knew how many long years the parrot had lived, and yet it inherently seemed to like courting death. Nonetheless, it still hadn't died. Meng Hao was quite assured in its ability to survive.

Furthermore, the meat jelly bell was with the parrot. If anything, the one to worry about wasn't the parrot, but the poor Outlander Beast.

Several days passed, during which Meng Hao spent most of his time in his courtyard, studying his Greenwood Tree totem tattoo. It flickered there on his forehead, radiating boundless life force throughout his body. Every time he closed his eyes to meditate, it seemed that even his heartbeat could create ripples throughout the land and sky around him.

"This is only one of the five elements, a Wood-type totem. It's already propelled my Cultivation base much closer to the Nascent Soul stage…." When his eyes opened, they glittered brightly.