Chu Feng sat cross-legged, rapidly traversing through the starry sky.
Although the Nine Heavens Secret Realm's teleportation speed was fast, Chu Feng still needed to reach its teleportation gate first.
And the reason his current travel speed was so much faster than usual was because of the tool he was riding.
It was a sword — ten meters long. Because thunderbolts manifested around it when activated, it was called Rushing Thunder.
This Rushing Thunder Sword was not a weapon. It was an extraordinary treasure designed solely for travel, a relic of ancient times.
It was something Chu Feng had obtained from the Universe Bag of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Palace's master.
Of course, besides this Rushing Thunder Sword used for traveling, Chu Feng had also obtained many other treasures — though cultivation resources were the fewest among them.
He supposed the best resources had already been used by Tian Jian Can and the others.
However, in Chu Feng's view, what remained was still enough for him to break through one level.
Right now, Chu Feng had already merged all his cultivation resources and could refine them directly — yet he had not begun.
His thoughts had not yet fully emerged from the Primordial Tomb.
Although he hadn't been inside the Primordial Tomb for long, too many things had happened within.
"The Primordial Tomb deliberately lured everyone here — was its true goal simply to let us obtain inheritances?"
"And what exactly did Wang Qiang experience?"
"Why did he change so drastically?"
Chu Feng pondered.
Although Wang Qiang had clearly stated that refining everyone inside the Primordial Tomb through the Sacrificial Grand Formation would open the strongest Gate to Heaven — based on what Chu Feng knew of Wang Qiang, even though the man was often a bit of a scoundrel, he would never truly use innocent lives as his stepping stone.
Chu Feng felt certain that Wang Qiang must have experienced something inside the Primordial Tomb.
"Could it be that Wang Qiang met the one who passed down his inheritance?"
"Evil Flame Ancestor — judging by that name, he doesn't sound like a good person."
Chu Feng figured that since the Nether Fairy truly existed, the other tombstone owners very likely still lived as well.
Yuwen Yanri's inheritance had come from the Burning Sky Monarch.
Bai Yunqing's inheritance had come from the Mystic Needle Medic Saint.
Xiao Yuer and Xianhai Shaoyu's inheritance had come from the Sea Sovereign.
Song Yun and the New King's inheritance had come from the Demon Sovereign Lord.
Xian Miaomiao's inheritance had come from the Nether Fairy.
Wang Qiang's inheritance had come from the Evil Flame Ancestor.
And Chu Feng's had come from the Lightning Fire Ancestor.
Although the Primordial Tomb was vast, Chu Feng felt that each inheritance they had received was extraordinary.
For that very reason, he suspected the runic markings that had fused with their souls might hold some significance as well.
But for now, he couldn't see through it.
"Never mind."
After thinking for a while and still unable to determine the exact reason, he arrived at a different realization.
They martial cultivators were like boats sailing upon rivers. On calm days, they could choose their own course.
But when a great storm struck, they could either drift with the current or have their ships shattered and themselves drowned.
The Primordial Tomb was precisely such a storm.
The martial cultivation world had always been this way — a sufficiently powerful being could steer the direction of the weak.
And if one wished to break free from this invisible control, there was no choice but to surpass them, or at least possess the ability to resist.
So Chu Feng simply stopped dwelling on it and began his cultivation.
……
Meanwhile, deep within the Primordial Tomb's starry sky, that powerful voice still echoed.
But apart from the Nether Fairy and the two who had spoken before, four more voices had joined.
Whether by coincidence or not, the total corresponded to the number seven of the Seven Stars Alignment.