Probably only after reaching the Spirit Transformation realm could he slowly explore further. Thinking of Spirit Transformation, Lu Xiaotian's expression turned somewhat resolute. Pre-Qin lost treasures drew countless people to chase after them, and according to Lu Wushuang, the dragon essence of the imperial-protecting dragon beast could help one break through to Spirit Transformation. Regardless of whether it was true or false, he still had to give it a try.
The water-like moonlight spread outward, and the Demon-Suppressing Tower gradually grew in size like a towering small mountain. Lu Xiaotian spread his arms wide, resembling a roc spreading its wings. In the blink of an eye, he flew to the top of the tower, looking like a sage ruler in the dark night. His magic power poured entirely into the Black-Heaven Ultimate-Saint Demon-Suppressing Tower. A sense of ethereal, Zen-like purity under the moonlight surged into his heart. Lu Xiaotian felt as though he were a high monk in meditation at that moment, his state of mind tranquil like the water-like moonlight.
"What kind of sorcery is this fellow casting?" Lu Wushuang, who attacked in a joint assault, saw that Lu Xiaotian's head of silver hair had unexpectedly turned pitch-black, and those pupils were even deeper in black, resembling two dark, shining jewels.
Lu Wushuang silently thought that this fellow still looked more pleasing to the eye when he had silver hair. The long whip in her hand was not slow at all. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into dozens of whip images, heavily cutting into the night sky.
At this moment, the Buddhist bead inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower was eager to emerge, seeming to have an instinctive reaction to the external pressure. With a movement of Lu Xiaotian's divine sense, amidst a low and distant chant of