Several years later.
The desolate valley is silent, with deep and secluded vegetation.
The young man's clothes are tattered, his body covered in dust, but there is a fire burning in his eyes.
A blood feud, devouring his heart day and night!
Zhou Chen stands before him, his gaze indifferent as ice, yet his tone carries a hint of allure:
"Young friend, I have a cultivation technique here. Do you want to learn it?"
The young man trembles, hardly daring to believe his ears.
The next moment, he falls heavily to the ground with a "thud," his forehead hitting the gravel, blood seeping out, his voice hoarse and resolute:
"Disciple is willing to learn! I beg Master to impart the cultivation technique!"
Zhou Chen nods slightly, flicks his fingers, and an ancient, yellowing scroll falls into the young man's hands.
On it are three words, dazzling as flames—Heaven-Burning Divine Skill.
"This is an innate supreme skill, the cultivation technique is domineering..."
