As Chu Feng closed his eyes, the world around them shifted.
Master Liangqiu couldn’t quite describe the change.
Then, above the stormy void, vast golden clouds appeared.
Liangqiu’s excitement surged.
The golden clouds stretched endlessly, dazzlingly radiant.
But that wasn’t the most striking part. Within them emerged four colossal silhouettes.
A ferocious White Tiger.
A steadfast Black Tortoise.
An elegant Vermilion Bird.
A proud Azure Dragon.
Their massive forms eclipsed the vast void.
Their aura, that of kings among beasts, shook the soul.
“Is this the Heavenly Gifted Power?”
“Such majestic power—I’ve never seen its like in my life.”
“Brother Zhu, is this your doing?”
Even the seasoned Liangqiu was awestruck by the spectacle.
“Call me Ox-Nose. That’s my true self,” Old Man Ox-Nose said.
“Ox… sigh…”
“I’ll stick with Brother Zhu.”
Liangqiu found “Zhu” easier. His past disdain for “Ox-Nose” made the name unpalatable.
“Fine, as you wish,” Old Man said,无奈 at Liangqiu’s stubbornness.
“This Heavenly Gifted Power isn’t my work. It’s Chu Feng’s own,” he added.
“His own? Did he plan to fuse it, collecting it beforehand? But where did he get such potent power?” Liangqiu asked, curious.
“Probably the Lower Realms,” Old Man said.
“The Lower Realms? Impossible!”
Liangqiu shook his head, incredulous.
To him, the Lower Realms were barren wastelands, home to those without martial talent.
How could such a formidable power originate there?
“Liangqiu, that’s your narrow-mindedness.”
“Never underestimate the Lower Realms. I found the Heart of the Cosmos there,” Old Man said.
“Really?” Liangqiu found it hard to believe.
“Absolutely, no lie,” Old Man assured.
“But the martial energy there is so thin—how could such a treasure form?” Liangqiu pressed.
“That’s the wonder of the martial world.”
“If everything followed logic, where’s the fun?” Old Man asked.
Liangqiu nodded, conceding the point.
“Seems I’ve much to learn from you.”
“I’ll have to explore the Lower Realms myself someday.”
He turned back to the four sacred beasts in the sky.
Though mere silhouettes, they were vivid, their sacred, mighty aura enveloping the world, commanding awe even from someone like Liangqiu.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng was within the dantian forged by the Heart of the Cosmos.
His consciousness entered a boundless world, filled with countless stars, like a vast martial realm.
In his other dantian, he could see nine thunderous beasts.
Here, he saw the Four Symbols Sacred Beasts.
The thunder beasts ignored him.
But the sacred beasts were different.
“Senior Beasts, it’s been a while,” Chu Feng said, overjoyed to see them alive before him.
Memories flooded back—his youth in the Nine Provinces Continent.
Those days were precious.
Besides Queen Eggy, the Four Symbols Sacred Beasts had been vital allies.
They held profound significance for him.
“Chu Feng, you really did it. We four have regained our divine power,” the beasts said.
Despite their lofty, sacred nature, their eyes held gratitude, not arrogance.
“Senior Beasts, I promised you, and I keep my word,” Chu Feng said.
“Haha, we know your character.”
“When we first met you in the Nine Provinces, you were a scrawny kid, so weak I barely noticed you. Back then, I’d never have guessed you’d reach this level.”
“Looking now, we chose right. You’ve far exceeded our expectations,” they said,感慨万千.
Chu Feng’s transformation was staggering.
Back then, some peers in the Nine Provinces could rival him.
Now, the gap was vast as heaven and earth.
Those peers remained top figures in the Ancestral Martial Lower Realm.
But Chu Feng was a dragon soaring beyond the ninth heaven.
“You flatter me, Seniors. I’ll still need your help going forward,” Chu Feng said.
“We’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
“Chu Feng, we’ve watched you grow, seen you face dangers we couldn’t aid. That powerlessness—we hated it.”
“But now, our power is yours to wield.”
“Use it freely. We’ve waited long for this day…”
The beasts were thrilled, clearly having yearned for this moment.
Their divine power restored, they were elated, and Chu Feng shared their excitement.
This was momentous for them all—a turning point, perhaps even fate-altering.
