Manifestation

The Dao soldier in the shape of a ring opened a single scarlet eye, seeming to survey the place it found itself in.

The spirit liquid within the weapon-nurturing pool had been mixed with many things. It contained not only spiritual qi and baleful intent; even he did not know exactly what else was in it.

Since the Great Artifact Sect had been able to establish such a place, it surely possessed its own secret methods. How could Tu Shan Jun possibly decipher them so easily?

But it had to be said that once the Soul Banner entered the great pool, the golden wreckage on its body, corroded by molten gold fire pus, seemed to have been scrubbed away with a brush.

Golden light surfaced, and the pitted areas returned to their mingled black-gold and scarlet hues.

Light resembling surging lava flickered in and out of sight.

Half a month earlier.

Tu Shan Jun had been exceedingly cautious.

He feared that the Soul Banner might cause too great a disturbance and draw Great Artifact Sect cultivators to investigate.

Thus, even when absorbing baleful intent, he had kept it under as much control as possible.

Yet what Tu Shan Jun had not expected was that the baleful intent consumed by the Soul Banner had not stirred the winds and clouds at all, which put his mind somewhat at ease.

In truth, it was not merely because he feared being discovered. He had neither grievance nor enmity with the Great Artifact Sect. Draining dry the pool they used to nurture their artifacts and weapon edges for no reason at all would leave him feeling rather guilty.

It was good that the winds and clouds had not been stirred. If they truly had been stirred, Tu Shan Jun would not simply have given