The magnificent Shadow Feather Cloak rested in Xiao Ming's hands, its presence both soothing and ominous. His soul sea buzzed with the awakening of ancient powers, and his heart thundered with the weight of what was to come.
Xiao Ming wasn't one to shy away from challenges. Having navigated the vast and treacherous world of cultivation for years, he had learned to expect the unexpected.
Yet, nothing had quite prepared him for what the Shadow Phoenix's will was about to present this time. This experience was…well satisfying in the least, compared to the trials.
"You have done well, Little Child," the deep voice of the Shadow Phoenix rumbled again, its tone solemn. ". There is yet another inheritance—one that has the power to put you in a state of awe for millenia"
Xiao Ming felt his breath catch in his throat. "What?" His words were barely more than a whisper, yet the Phoenix's will heard them clearly.