The hot wind whipped up by the ghostly beast slowly dissipated within the spatial breach. The fluttering golden threads hung down, revealing their full form in Yu Ci's hand.
This was a golden-green palace ribbon, simple in design yet exquisitely crafted. It was much longer than its previous hook-and-cable form, with no other ornaments save for a thousand tassels hanging from both ends—the very golden threads that had just lightly whipped against the ghostly beast's head, glowing with a faint green light. These were formed from the disintegration and transformation of the two curved hooks.
In that fragment of memory, Yu Ci had seen one of the great figures tie this palace ribbon around their waist, and that was the very root of his spiritual light's activation.
He had long known this item was miraculously extraordinary, but unlike other Dharma treasures, he did not even know if it could be considered a Dharma asset at all. Since the battle with Nan Songzi, Yu Ci had tried various methods over the past few months to refine the hook-and-cable, only to fail every single time without finding where to even begin.
Now he finally understood that this object still possessed another layer of transformation, and unlocking this transformation was no easy task.
Just then, Yu Ci's spiritual light had been stirred by the fragmentary images, confirming the object's form and clarifying his goal. In an instant, his vital energy condensed, and his essence, breath, and spirit poured into the hook-and-cable like a bottomless pit. All the changes were completed in a flash—exquisitely perfect. Yet none of this was the most important part.
The crucial catalyst did not lie within Yu Ci himself, but rather in the burning Rakshasa Illusory Power within the spatial breach.
At that exact moment, Yu Ci clearly felt