"Oh..."
Although the divine sense transmitted by the Golden-Winged Peng was very hazy, An Jing understood it completely. Smiling, he said, "To enter Ancestral Mountain and pay respects to the Ancestral Dragon Scale, you need at least one True Talisman like this... Whether you condense one yourself or seize one from others, you must at least possess the ability to form a True Talisman before the Ancestral Dragon Scale will acknowledge you."
The great peng immediately nodded like a chick pecking at grain. Its azure eyes gazed longingly at that rune, then at An Jing, and even welled with a trace of tears.
Within the Zhaolin Realm, a thousand years formed one cycle. With every generation, new Golden Sun runes and Golden-Winged Pengs would be born—or other divine beasts.
This Golden-Winged Peng was still young at heart. Though it knew its own life was utterly incomparable to his, watching the True Talisman that had accompanied it day and night be taken away—halving, at the very least, its potential and ceiling for growth—still made it look rather pitiful.
An Jing could not help but laugh. He tossed the True Talisman to the Golden-Winged Peng. "I am Heavenly Fate. Even the divine wood means nothing to me, so what would I want your talisman for?"
With a casual lift of his hand, much as when he had condensed the Taibai Immortal Foundation, but now with the power of the Divine Treasury Adept added in, he began to condense one.
"Look."
As soon as he spoke, a white True Talisman in his palm transformed from illusion into substance. Strands of Taibai Qi and Taiyang Qi swiftly intertwined and gathered.
In only a few breaths, a True Talisman identical to the previous Golden Sun True Talisman, likewise containing the principles of condensation and radiance,