Half a month later.
It is now late October.
Ye Feng left the secret chamber in Stone City and walked alone on the trails of the Ancient Medicine Garden, inhaling the fragrance of various Spiritual Medicines from over a million years, feeling utterly refreshed and content.
"Finally, it is accomplished."
He murmured softly, extending his right hand. His palm lines were clear, radiating brilliant golden light.
That is the true Hand of Fate.
Previously, Ye Feng had only mastered the first layer of the Hand of Fate, but it still had many flaws that could only be corrected with the guidance of the Qiyun Heavenly Venerable's silhouette.
Afterwards, he began to cultivate the second layer.
Relying on his now strong comprehension ability and the effects of time acceleration, Ye Feng quickly mastered the second layer.
Unfortunately, when he completed the second layer of the Hand of Fate, the silhouette of the Qiyun Heavenly Venerable dissipated.
But Ye Feng was not saddened.
