Chu Mu raised a hand, and a streak of bright blade light descended from above his head, transforming into a blade suspended over his palm.
The blade was three feet long, its edge as chillingly cold as ever.
Yet at this moment, that coldness no longer came from the sharpness of the blade itself, but from the keenness of rules.
Over several decades, he had imprinted the rules of the Blade Intent Path onto the blade bit by bit.
Every rule inscription would inevitably add a measure of power and foundation to this treasure.
And now, having exhausted the full extent of his rule foundation, this blade had nearly reached perfection. There was truly little left that could be altered.
Though the rule imprints upon this blade had not yet completely reached their limit,
they had already attained Fifth-Order High-Grade, only a hair's breadth away from the final limit.
His fingertips lightly brushed the blade's edge. Feeling that bone-piercing chill and sharpness, Chu Mu's heart inexplicably calmed.
The next moment, the blade trembled slightly. With a single slash, another streak of bright blade light swept through the chaos, tearing apart thousands of zhang of void.
Like a wound that refused to heal for a long, long time.
With a thought from Chu Mu, the blade returned to the Heaven and Earth Furnace. The ancient tower, already at Fifth-Order Supreme Grade, also appeared suspended above his palm.
Compared to the Blade Intent Treasure, which had not yet reached its limit, this ancient tower had long since attained Fifth-Order Supreme Grade, reaching the limit of fifth-order rules.
The key reason for such a difference was that defense outweighed offense.
Compared with a purely offensive treasure, this Nine Dragons Suppressing Prison Tower was undoubtedly more inclined toward suppression and protection.
Whether he traveled