At that moment, Xiao Ning couldn't help but frown slightly. The fact that it could still maintain its temperature after so many years meant that it was clearly not an ordinary metal.
"It seems that the owner of this stone chamber was no ordinary person in life!"
At this moment, the skeletal hand came into Xiao Ning's view. To his astonishment, three black keys were hanging from the skeleton's palm.
"Found you!"
Xiao Ning took the key from the skeleton and tried to open the three stone boxes. After fiddling with them for a while, he found a way to open them.
"Snap! Snap!"
After a while, the three stone boxes were opened one by one, revealing the items hidden inside.
A colorful scroll inscribed with the words "Seven-Colored Poison Scripture".
A black scroll, inscribed with the words: [Advanced Mystic-Rank Flight Combat Skill: Eagle Wings].
A yellow scroll, inscribed with the words: [Advanced Xuan-rank Battle Skill: Roar of the Mad Lion].
"The Poison Manual? Let's keep it for now! Just in case we need it."
"The Roar of the Mad Lion? We'll keep that for now!"
"Eagle Wings! You're the one!"
Xiao Ning's gaze swept over the other two scrolls before settling on the black scroll.
Soaring through the sky is an innate dream for everyone, and Xiao Ning is very interested in free flight.
On the Dou Qi Continent, only those at the Dou Wang level or above can transform their Dou Qi into wings and fly freely.
Although Xiao Ning's martial arts master level cultivation was comparable to that of a Dou Wang, he did not know how to transform true qi into wings because of the different cultivation system. Therefore, he had to find a shortcut.
Holding the black scroll inscribed with the words "Advanced Xuan-rank Flight Combat Technique: Eagle Wings," Xiao Ning untied the carefully bound rope and slowly unfurled it.
Unfold the black scroll, and two chillingly black eagle wings come into view.
Because the eagle wings were painted on a scroll, they were not very large, but they faintly emitted some heat. Judging from their strange appearance, they were clearly not a simple painting.
The eagle's wings were jet black, with faint purple cloud patterns visible through them. Upon closer inspection, the wings appeared to be made of black steel, possessing a unique metallic texture. The feathers on the eagle's wings emitted a faint warmth.
Xiao Ning blew a light breath onto the scroll, and his expression changed slightly in surprise. Under the gentle breeze, the feathers on the eagle's wings fluttered as if they were real wings, which was quite magical.
Next to the image, there were rows of smaller text: [Black Flame Purple Cloud Eagle, a fifth-tier flying magical beast. Legend has it that it possesses a rare bloodline of the ancient phoenix. Its flight speed ranks among the top of all flying magical beasts. It is cunning and ferocious by nature, extremely difficult to capture, and only lives in the Cloud Mist region in the southern part of the continent.]
[This combat technique is called Eagle Wings, also known as Purple Cloud Wings. It was created by myself and several friends after three years of hard work. We finally captured a Black Flame Purple Cloud Eagle and used a secret method to extract its wings. This is how this flying combat technique was created, which can be practiced by others. This technique was drawn with my battle qi before my death and can only be practiced by one person at a time. Remember this!]
"Why does it feel...like something real?"
The sensation of feathers on his palm startled Xiao Ning, and he gently stroked the area again.
Then, he keenly sensed that the soul of the Purple Cloud Eagle was sealed within the wings of the scroll.
"Hmm... to extract the soul and wings of a flying magical beast and then fuse them together, of course, some unique secret techniques will be needed to create a true combat technique..."
"No wonder flying combat techniques on the Dou Qi Continent have almost been lost; it turns out that understanding these strange things is necessary during their creation..."
Soon, Xiao Ning guessed the creation process of this secret technique of transforming fighting qi into wings.
Xiao Ning turned his gaze back to the black eagle wings on the scroll, and read the cultivation procedure described on the side of the scroll several times.
He frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "According to this scroll, during the cultivation process, the soul of the Purple Cloud Eagle sealed in the wing may attack the cultivator. If one can withstand its soul attack, one can continue cultivating. Otherwise, I advise the person who obtains the scroll to give up cultivation as soon as possible."
"Phew, I'm not worried about that. It's just a beast that's been dead for many years. What kind of trouble can it cause?"
Xiao Ning exhaled a breath of stale air and muttered to himself, "The only thing that makes me a little uncomfortable is that a beast soul has fused into my body. Just thinking about it makes me feel uneasy!"
"Forget it, we can just drive it out later!"
After a while, Xiao Ning calmed himself down, and finally, the desire to fly freely overcame his slight obsession with cleanliness.
Having made his decision, Xiao Ning no longer hesitated. He placed his hand on the eagle's wing on the scroll, and the tyrannical eagle spirit suddenly let out a sharp cry that made one's soul tremble. The cry passed through the scroll and finally followed Xiao Ning's arm, relentlessly drilling into his brain like a drill.
"A trivial skill!"
Xiao Ning snorted coldly, unleashing a terrifying surge of spiritual power that easily suppressed the eagle soul on the spot.
After a while, Xiao Ning touched the eagle's wings with both hands again, but this time, he was not attacked.
The internal energy began to circulate slowly within the body, following the path described on the scroll.
A moment later, the true energy flowed to his arm and gradually surged into his palm. When the true energy appeared in his palm, the eagle wings on the black scroll suddenly shone brightly, and the purple and black colors became more and more intense, finally turning into two thin purple and black rays of light that shot into Xiao Ning's hand like lightning.
Two thin, purplish-black rays of light entered Xiao Ning's body and then flowed rapidly along his meridians.
When they flowed to the meridians on Xiao Ning's back, they suddenly stopped, then turned around, actually pulling out two extremely thin branches from Xiao Ning's meridians.
These two branches extend from the main trunk and only stop slowly when they reach the spine.
At this moment, the black scroll was completely blank, with no words on it.
In Xiao Ning's mental perception, a pair of palm-sized, purple-black eagle wing tattoos appeared on his back.
"Battle Qi transforms into wings, and that's it?"
The true energy within his body moved at will, flowing along the two small branching meridians and into the pair of small tattoos on his back.
Upon receiving the transmission of true energy, the jet-black tattoo immediately emitted a faint purple glow.