Meng Chuan stretched out his arm and half closed his eyes. As he flexed his fingers, he felt the changes in the water-aspected energy flowing against his skin.
As his power of control circulated, he could clearly feel an impenetrable net weaving itself across his body. Its defensive capabilities were distinctly different from before.
He smacked his lips, running his left hand over his chest to examine it more closely.
Gradually, his expression grew stranger...
"It feels like when Master Dark Abyss cast a spell to put a 'shield' on me during that crisis..."
"From now on, that sensation will become a membrane like Hard-Training Treasure Light, something I can maintain even in my normal state..."
"This is just ridiculous..."
Even Meng Chuan felt a little unsure. Could that strand of fortune from the old veteran really have caused such a dramatic change in his cultivation of the Dao of Defense?
Yet that appeared to be exactly what had happened.
"Just saying it's good means nothing. I need to test it..."
Feeling the dark, rippling light flowing across his skin, Meng Chuan took out Demon-Subduing and left it floating in midair.
With a distant tug of his will, the deathly pale crescent blade whirled through the air and slashed fiercely at the back of his hand!
As its master, Meng Chuan knew exactly how sharp Demon-Subduing was. It stood at the very pinnacle of sixth-tier divine weapons.
Even a seventh-tier cultivator would not dare let Demon-Subduing cut their skin without putting up any defenses.
But he insisted on trying!
A ripping sound rang out. Meng Chuan looked down, raising his brows slightly.
"Eighty percent of my strength, and it only left a white mark?"
With a thought, Meng Chuan drove the halberd forward again.
Demon-Subduing, which could cut through anything,