Looking at the small object that had flashed into existence in the air, resembling a round cymbal, Qin Fengming was shocked. Yet beneath that shock, he also felt something exceedingly strange.
Enveloped by that boundless primordial aura, he not only felt no pressure whatsoever; he even sensed that his mind could somehow connect with the round cymbal.
Although that connection was difficult to compare with controlling other treasures, Qin Fengming could clearly sense that the small object resembling a round cymbal, suspended above his head, seemed to be a part of his body.
That feeling of bloodline connection was even stronger than what he shared with the several natal treasures he had refined with his vital blood essence.
Of course, this was no time to think about such things. Without bothering to communicate with the small round cymbal, a fierce glint flashed through his eyes. As power surged through his entire body, he formed hand seals, and incantations gushed forth from within him. He instantly circulated the Treasure Refining Ghost Art with all his strength.
The vast soul energy and yin-force essence surging toward him from all around him like a flood were something he would have to face head-on.
Whether he could withstand it was an extremely dangerous matter he had to confront at that moment.
Just as Qin Fengming secretly gritted his teeth and prepared to use every means at his disposal to resist the incomparably tremendous energy pouring into his body, the round-cymbal-like object that had suddenly appeared above his head abruptly released a dazzling burst of five-colored radiance. Strands of five-colored light, like ribbons, suddenly drooped downward.
They immediately formed a huge sphere that completely shielded his body within it.
When the vast soul energy and yin-force essence rushing in from all around touched the strands