It had been three months since Zhou Feng used the technique of feigning death to forcefully leave that small world.
during this period, he could feel a pair of eyes constantly scanning him, trying to find him.
however, he did not expose himself because his blood qi, spirit, and life force were all compressed in the fate wheel.
In the eyes of others, Zhou Feng was just a corpse. Not only did he not have any aura, he did not even have a trace of spiritual vigor.
Doing so was equivalent to cutting one's own throat. Both one's cultivation and aptitude would be greatly reduced.
However, this was all part of his plan.
"If I want to continue breaking through, it's no longer enough to just be passive."
this was the thought in zhou feng's mind.
After coming to the Middle state and accidentally obtaining a large amount of cultivation experience from the wisdom King's inheritance, he suddenly felt that his previous cultivation path was too dangerous.
