The faint light hovering in front of him was yet another treasure from his chain seal. Each link of the nine contained a feigned mundanity treasure—or at least, that was the case for the previous three.

“What gift has my father left me this time?” Jiang Chen grew expectant. Not for the power of the treasure itself, but that he didn’t want to miss anything that might have to do with the father of his previous life.

The memories of his past seemed almost unrealistically distant. Anything that reminded him of his previous father would help him reorient reality.

This time, it was a feathered...