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Qingfeng Li bowed to the white skeleton three times. Each bow was exceptionally reverend. After all, the white skeleton had been the ruler of the Crimson Fire Continent a hundred thousand years ago.

Only five thousand years ago, he was defeated by the Crimson Fire Monarch and, badly injured, entered the Mystic Sun Realm.

Qingfeng Li’s greatest enemy right now was the Crimson Fire Monarch. Any enemy of his was a friend of Qingfeng Li’s. Therefore, Qingfeng Li genuinely respected the Sun Monarch.

In addition, outside the Bronze Sarcophagus, Qingfeng Li had obtained the Sun Monarch’s techniques and the Saint Solar Palm. The Saint Solar Palm was so powerful that, with one strike, Qingfeng Li had been able to defeat all his foes.

After Qingfeng Li had bowed to the white skeleton three times, a beam of red light shot from the bones. Like a radiant sun, it formed a sun symbol.

This was the complete version of the Saint Solar Palm Technique. Then, it turned back into a beam of red light and flew into the depths of Qingfeng Li’s mind-space, where it settled.

Qingfeng Li’s face lit up. This was the complete version of the Saint Solar Palm, whereas the one he had used before was incomplete and flawed. Now that Qingfeng Li had seen the real thing, he finally understood.

Only by coming here and seeing the bones of the Sun Monarch with his own eyes could he receive his complete legacy.

Of course, aside from the Saint Solar Palm, there was also a set of accompanying techniques, the Sun Monarch Sutra. This was very powerful as well. Qingfeng Li tried the techniques and felt that his body was filled with power, the power of the solar essence flame.

Qingfeng Li had no doubt in his mind that, if he were to encounter Huozhu Chi or Xie Ming right now, he would be able to kill them easily with one blow.

Beside the bones of the Sun Monarch was also a red pearl. It was called the saint Sun Pearl, a half-saint level Dharma treasure.

Qingfeng Li reached out and grabbed, his eyes flashing with joy. The saint Sun Pearl could store flames, release flames, and resist flames. It was an invaluable treasure.

Qingfeng Li glanced over at Linglong Xue. Smiling, he handed the red pearl to her. “This Saint Sun Pearl is for you,” he said.

Linglong Xue was caught by surprise. A hint of uncertainty appeared in her eyes as she spoke, “Why are you giving it to me? You’re the one who found the Sun Monarch. It’s yours.”

Qingfeng Li shook his head. “I’ve already attained the Sun Monarch’s palm technique. It’s only right that I give a portion of his treasures to you. You’re with me, after all.”

Linglong Xue wanted to refuse it. She was proud and didn’t want to accept things from Qingfeng Li without reason. Besides, she hadn’t done much.

Qingfeng Li wasn’t hearing it. He stuffed the saint Sun Pear into Linglong Xue’s hand, saying, “I already have the golden flame, which can deflect the ghostly creatures here. You don’t. All you have is blood energy, which does nothing against the Ghost Marshals. With this pearl, you needn’t be afraid of them anymore.”

Having listened to Qingfeng Li’s explanation, Linglong Xue nodded. Finally accepting his gift, she thanked him.

Linglong Xue sighed inwardly. She finally knew why Qingfeng Li was able to become the final victor. This was a man with an incredible force of will. Even before a half-saint level item, he was completely unmoved.

If it had been Huozhu Chi or one of the others who’d acquired such a treasure, there was no way they would give it to Linglong Xue. They might even have fought her for it, or even killed her.

But Qingfeng Li was different. He was willing to give the Saint Sun Pearl to Linglong Xue.

When Qingfeng Li had completely absorbed the Sun Monarch’s teachings, a calm voice rang out from the corpse of the Yin-Yang Saint. The sound was left behind by his will as he died.

“Little one, you were able to obtain my First Disciple’s approval and receive his techniques. This means that you are linked to us by fate. I have here a saint-level technique, the Yin-Yang Saint Technique. I hereby give it to you. Practice it, and you can become a saint in the future.” The residual sound of his will only rang from the Yin-Yang Saint’s remains for a moment, before fading away.

The Yin-Yang Saint had died a hundred years ago and had left a wisp of his will behind in order to interact with those who came after him. He hadn’t wanted his Yin-Yang Saint Technique to disappear. After all, it was a powerful technique that touches on the secret laws of Yin and Yang. Once fully understood, it was definitely a knowledge that would shake up the world.

Qingfeng Li looked forward. Placed on the Yin-Yang Saint’s chest was a black-and-white book. It was the Yin-Yang Saint Technique.

Qingfeng Li’s eyes lit up. Just as he had been about to reach for the Yin-Yang Saint Technique, his expression changed and the hairs stood up on the back of his neck.

From behind him, Qingfeng Li sensed a terrible danger. He scrambled to the side, dodging the attack.

Where Qingfeng Li had just been standing, there stood a shaft of black fog. It pierced the ground with a loud bang, leaving a massive, bottomless pit. The immense power of the attack was evident.

At the same time, black devilish energy roiled at the bottom of the pit, where black devilish markings swam and twisted like a mass of black worms.

Qingfeng Li’s expression changed. There was a hint of terror in his eyes. He sensed that, if he hadn’t been able to dodge in time earlier, the black fog would definitely have wounded him.

“Who is attacking me from behind?” Qingfeng Li turned and roared at behind him, his voice carrying a hint of fury.

Earlier, Qingfeng Li had sensed someone was behind him. But he hadn’t been able to find anything. Now, whoever had been behind them had finally shown its presence.

Linglong Xue’s expression also changed. She had been behind Qingfeng Li and was therefore responsible for protecting his back. Yet someone had managed to attack him anyway. This was her failure.

Linglong Xue turned around. “Who’s behind us,” she said, her voice cold. “Show yourself. Stop sneaking around like a common thief.”

“Hahahaha, Qingfeng Li and Linglong Xue, you pair of bastards. You dare throw me down a cliff. Now, it’s time for you to die!”

An eerie laughter sounded from behind them. Then, Huozhu Chi’s body appeared before their eyes.

The two stared ahead at Huozhu Chi, dumbfounded. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

“How’s that possible?” Qingfeng Li said, shocked. “Didn’t I just smash your heart with my Saint Solar Palm? How could you have come back to life?”

Linglong Xue gazed at Huozhu Chi, brows furrowed. “No,” she said. “You’re not Huozhu Chi. Huozhu Chi’s face wasn’t covered with devilish markings but red solar symbols. The energy on you now is devilish energy, and you’re covered in devilish markings. You’ve been taken over by a Devil.”

Linglong Xue was a practitioner of the Blood Devil Saint Technique, a type of devilish technique. She was very familiar with devilish energies and had been able to detect Huozhu Chi’s abnormalities immediately.

In addition, the devilish markings were emitting a devilish energy that threatened to drown out the sky. She felt something abnormal about it.