Within the secret chamber, only the Holy Scriptures were stored.
The original host's basic skills were actually quite solid. Wu Hen didn't really need to supplement those principles of Holy Breath that took over a decade to understand and operate, having inherited some cultivation memories engraved in the soul consciousness.
This feeling was like a musical score that was already very familiar.
If you asked yourself to write down the score, sorry, you certainly couldn't remember, but if you just placed your fingers on the piano keys, you could play it perfectly without missing a single note.
"Totem Blood Howl?"
When Wu Hen saw the name of this Advanced Saint Technique, he immediately recalled the image of the Purple Robed Master exhaling a Breath that scattered the fighting clothed humanity's strong men.
It must be this Totem Blood Howl!
"Crushing Earth Finger?"
