The Heir of the Celestial Diagram

Chapter 62 - The Omen of the Storm

Han Feng observed the desolate landscape of the Western Region, feeling the peculiar energy that permeated the environment. With the death of the young master of the Celestial Corpse Sect, he knew he was walking a fine line between anonymity and persecution. His identity was still safe, but for how long? He found a hidden cave in the mountains to recover his energy. His body, even strengthened by cultivation, still bore the remnants of the intense battle. With a sigh, he sat cross-legged and began to circulate his vital energy. The Dual Chaos Larva inside him trembled slightly, absorbing the remnants of energy left by the previous battle. Han Feng knew he needed to grow even more. He reviewed his recent acquisitions: rare materials, medicinal pills, and a strange sealed Gu, which he still hadn't fully understood. The Celestial Corpse Sect won't forget me anytime soon. I need to improve my concealment technique. He then took out an ancient scroll, found in a ruin along the way. The Art of the Celestial Veil. A legendary concealment technique, capable of completely masking the presence of a cultivator. Combined with his ability to manipulate energy, it could make him undetectable. For days, Han Feng trained diligently. The fusion of the technique with his own understanding of the Dao of Emptiness generated remarkable advancements. He could disappear like a shadow at dusk, becoming indistinguishable from the night itself. But he knew that this would not be enough. The Celestial Corpse Sect was not just any group. They had specialists at Rank 5, such as Patriarch Blood Shadow, one of the most feared assassins in the Western Region. With his new perfected technique, he decided to leave before the searches intensified. His next destination was the Valley of Soul Devourers, where rumors indicated the existence of an ancient soul-devouring Gu. Before departing, however, a fragile piece of paper landed in front of him, carried by the night wind. Han Feng frowned and picked it up. A wanted poster. His heart raced for a moment, but upon seeing the crude illustration, he couldn't help but let out a slight smile. His image was blurred, and the name inscribed was "Demon of Shadows." The Celestial Corpse Sect knew he existed, but they didn't know who he was. I still have time before they discover the truth. But I need to be even more careful. Holding the paper, Han Feng disappeared into the darkness of the night, as if he had never been there.