The instant her palm touched the Twelve-Colored Cloud Silver,
she felt a chill, despite having a Primordial Spirit body.
Jiang Yuechu furrowed her brow, but the hand she had extended remained steady as a rock.
Her five fingers clenched abruptly, gripping the restless silver glow tightly in her palm.
Boom—
The silver glow struggled violently, and twelve brilliant rays of light burst forth.
For a treasure like this,
it had already developed a rudimentary spirit.
Naturally, it was unwilling to be so easily bound.
Not far away, Wang Ziyu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He'd nearly forgotten...
The Twelve-Colored Cloud Silver was a wondrous treasure of heaven and earth, with a rather unruly temperament.
Although it was a rare Heart Material for tempering a Primordial Spirit, it was certainly not something a Martial Immortal who had only just entered the Tower-Ascending Realm could easily control.
He was about to offer a few words of advice.
But in the next moment,
the Young Disciple's mouth fell open, and the words on his lips were swallowed back down.
He saw the golden-blue Primordial Spirit suddenly release an extremely strange aura.
As the aura spread,
the silver orb, which had still been releasing cold air in an attempt to resist, abruptly stopped.
Jiang Yuechu's eyes closed slightly.
In her mind, the Soul-Sacrifice Power-Generating Method she had learned from the Red Silk Demon Emperor began to circulate naturally, like a flowing stream.
Separating the dross from the essence, refining all things.
Though this method came from demons, it was still a proper technique for refining a Primordial Spirit.
Boom—
A muffled hum erupted from deep within her Primordial Spirit.
Immediately afterward,
the silver light abruptly broke apart.
It turned into a pool of dazzling silver droplets.
The droplets seeped through Jiang Yuechu's palm, into