The Primitive Text

The night was dark like ink and the moon hung high in the sky.

Inside a mysterious cave, Ling Xian flashed a smile and admired the tri-colored flower in his hand.

It had three different colors that were emitting gentle light and were looking rhythmically strange and mysterious.

This made the Goddess of Battles and Huang Jiu Ge's eyes heat up. They stared at this strange flower with nothing but desire.

Based on what Yuan Wu Tian Jun had said, there was a cosmic technique here. Now that this flower was right before them, why wouldn't they be feeling strong desires?

Ling Xian was full of anticipation and smiled, "This trip was worth it."

"Yeah. I am guessing that right now, Zhan Cang Sheng and the others are probably stomping their feet." The Goddess of Battles grinned.

"I don't know about others, but I know Zhan Cang Sheng is.' Ling Xian squinted and remembered Zhan Chang Sheng's immortal battle bone. He was a little confused.