Late at night, Soul Palace’s Deep Palace.

Chu Mu sat alone in his courtyard. Tonight, Ye Qingzi was concocting medicine, so to avoid disturbing her, Chu Mu sat alone in the courtyard scattered with leaves, drinking tea.

In the past, Chu Mu would always hope to cultivate at night. However, there was no more use in cultivating, and Chu Mu also felt that sleeping was a waste, so he would spend his time reading books about soul pet species. 

This time, Chu Mu was reading a book about the phoenix species. Chu Mu had many areas about this species which he didn’t understand. If he was able to analyze this book, he would be able to conduct his battles and use techniques much more efficiently in the future; it may also make him more decisive. 

“Apparently each different attributed emperor species has its own special life-preservation technique. What life-preservation technique is the Dead Dream’s?” Chu Mu flipped through this extremely old book.

Unfortunately, this book only recorded two types of phoenix species. One of them was the fire type Crown...