Cold Extreme Void's figure swayed lightly, becoming a ghostly afterimage as he silently passed through layer upon layer of the Primal Chaos Golden Soup Grand Formation.
Golden formation light flowed slowly around him and parted of its own accord, utterly unable to obstruct him in the slightest.
In the blink of an eye, he stood steadily beneath the formation's dazzling golden curtain of light, his bearing graceful and extraordinary.
Lowering his eyes to the ancient Storage Ring on his fingertip, he gently traced the patterns on its surface. With a slight stir of his magic power, a brilliant golden object, heavy and exceptional, slowly floated out of the Storage Ring.
It was a golden horn, half a zhang long and slightly curved, resembling a section of horn protruding from a coiled giant dragon. Fine golden patterns flowed across its surface like some totem inscribed in ancient times.
The moment the golden horn appeared, the surrounding light dimmed by several degrees, as though even radiance itself had been suppressed by the terrifying aura it emitted and dared not draw near.
Grasping this golden horn once more, even Cold Extreme Void, renowned for his steady emotions and icy temperament, could not help having his heartbeat quicken by several beats. It was as if a great drum were thundering within his chest.
A flicker of irrepressible excitement passed through his eyes.
This was a Profound Heaven Spirit Treasure that his previous-life self had obtained only after expending countless years and surviving brush after brush with death.
To completely refine it, his previous-life self had nearly exhausted every method at his disposal, using his lifespan and essence blood as catalysts to sacrifice-refine it day and night. Only at the very edge of life and death had he finally brought it under his control.
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