Setting aside the Phoenix Feather Empress's premonition that something was about to happen, even Yang Zhen had been feeling a bit restless over the past couple of days.
Yang Zhen was not like the Phoenix Feather Empress, whose sensitivity to the world had reached an exceedingly refined state, but still, he had inherited a considerable amount of her power. Although it left him a bit paranoid, his comprehension of that power had deepened.
After all, it was the aura of the Phoenix Feather Empress herself, a kind of understanding of the world that ordinary people could not fathom.
In the current vastness of the Great Desolation, the world appeared almost like a Heavenly Book before Yang Zhen, filled everywhere with insights to be learned and researched.
In just a mere couple of days, Yang Zhen had fully transformed the power left to him by the Phoenix Feather Empress into his own, and his understanding of the world had grown even more profound.
