章節 1888: The Horror of the Inheritance

Qin Yu was instantly shocked. Could it be that he did not need to comprehend these cultivation techniques? And he could use them directly?

Was this something his father had left behind on purpose or was it because of his bloodline?

If it was because of the bloodline, wouldn't the descendants of the respective aristocratic families be able to comprehend the techniques left behind by their ancestors directly?

Qin Yu remained silent. He tried to capture another ray of golden light.

This time, the golden light also entered Qin Yu's primordial spirit and turned into a memory.

The difference was that this time, it wasn't a cultivation technique but a location that seemed to contain treasures.

"There are even treasures..." Qin Yu gasped in disbelief.

As the Guardian, could his father not sense the hiding places of the treasures in the world?

Could it be that he had stored all his memories in Qin Yu's body?