The black lotus seeds burning with flames have an indescribable melancholy implication.
Seeing this Flame Lotus Seed in the shape of an Immortal Phoenix Peacock, Zhou Yan felt an inexplicable touch in his spirit.
It seemed like this was a flame that could ripple through his dormant spirit.
So much so that Zhou Yan instinctively thought of Mo Yuyao.
But Zhou Yan quickly abandoned his chaotic thoughts and spoke solemnly, "Senior—"
"Not appropriate."
Zhou Yan was just about to speak when that young man suddenly stopped him and said, "Breaking down the structure of the Immortal Blood chip is great. Yet, you must understand its origin. Regather the Immortal Blood with the three great Immortal Powers and derive the Immortal inheritance. In the future, I shall meet you again; farewell for now."
"I am a departed one, not a senior, nor an origin."
As the young man spoke, suddenly, his figure faded and dissipated.
