Chapter 1584 - the means of the holy sage.

Immemorial Sword Venerable Chapter 1584 the means of the holy sage.

Immediately after, Fang Chen bared his teeth, it was fortunate that his body was sturdy enough, if not, this fall would not have been light.

It landed on the ground, and the terrifying aura instantly vanished.

There, he saw a praying mat.

Fang Chen quickly walked in front of the praying mat and felt a familiar aura.

Fang Chen’s heart trembled. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the praying mat.

To be exact, it should be the aura of the Holy Sage.

Was Holy Sage here all those years ago?

Immediately, he sat down on the praying mat.

These were the last words that the illusory image of the Holy Sage said.

Weng! *

Although he had the invention but it was a concealment technique. What the Holy Sage left behind were offensive divine arts.

Moreover, the most important thing was that this divine art was actually Swordsmanship.

“Heavenly Imperial Sword Technique.”

At the same time.

Seeing the huge ring in the sky, the villagers of the Sage Village shouted excitedly.

“The spirit of the living has appeared, and left us with its inheritance.”

The villagers of the Sage Village were all cheering.

If People from the outside world were to see this, he would definitely be shocked.

However, the villagers of the Sage Village disapproved.

This was what every villager thought.

He was also absorbing the Holy Sage’s inheritance.

Simply put, the inheritance of the Holy Sage was divided into three parts.

The first part was the strengthening of the primordial spirit, the second part was the strengthening of strength, and the third part was the divine arts.

It had to be said that the Holy Sage had his own theories.

Before this, his path of soul cultivation had always been winding and only today did he come to a sudden realization.

“So that’s how it is.”

In other words, before strengthening, he had to dissipate the power within his primordial spirit.

The lightest would be the injuries to the primordial spirit and the heaviest would be death.

However, Fang Chen trusted Holy Sage.

Moreover, his intuition told him that if he followed the methods of the Holy Sage s, his primordial spirit would undergo a fundamental transformation if he succeeded.

A Saint Master Soul Cultivator was equivalent to a mid-grade life and death realm Monarch.

“Phew …”

Soon, all of the power in his origin soul dissipated. At this moment, his origin soul was extremely weak.

“Forge it.”

Fang Chen bellowed, his hands formed different hand seals, and started to temper his Primordial Spirit.

“Hmph, I don’t believe that he will always hide inside like a cowardly turtle.” The Emperor of the Blood Evil said in a deep voice: “I will wait for him here.”

For a martial artist, three to five years, or even 10 years, was nothing. It was nothing more than a flick of a finger.

Otherwise, he would not be able to explain himself to Shen Mo.