The golden horn trailed the last remnants of its golden radiance as it traced a long arc through the sky, tumbling toward the valley below.
"What treasure is this golden horn... to be able to puncture the formation?"
Shock appeared on Chen Changming's face as he looked at the hole punched through the formation.
He had never expected this golden horn to be so powerful that it could break a formation laid by a Fusion Realm cultivator with a single strike.
He knew full well that this golden horn had to be an extraordinary treasure.
If his guess was right, it was a profound-heaven spirit treasure that only a Mahayana Realm cultivator could wield!
Although Cold Extreme Void had begun cultivating anew in his second life and was only at the first layer of the Fusion Realm, his previous incarnation must have left some special restriction or mark in his remains. That was what allowed him to barely activate this treasure against his enemies despite his lower cultivation.
Chen Changming moved, flying over to Cold Extreme Void's corpse and putting it away with a sweep of his hand.
The corpse was of little use beyond feeding his demon pets, but the Storage Ring on it was what truly made Chen Changming's mouth water!
Without delaying, Chen Changming slipped through the hole in the formation and teleported again, appearing above a valley.
Meanwhile, Little Wolf and the Demon Spirit Vine flew over as well, guarding his left and right.
An enormous crater had been smashed into the mountain below. Its mouth spanned dozens of yards, and its depths pierced straight into the mountain's heart, like a scar left by a meteor falling from beyond the heavens.
Deep at the bottom of the crater, the golden horn lay motionless. Golden patterns flickered