This couldn't go on. With a bang, the Tai Chi Talisman was struck by the Demon Refining Pot again. A crack had appeared on it, making Primordial Lord's heart ache. What the hell was this? Magical treasures were magical treasures, not bricks.
Qin Fen was just that wasteful, without the slightest bit of heartache. Nor did he need to be. Innate magical treasures shared one trait: they could automatically restore their durability. There was no need to worry about smashing things a few times. The treasures themselves were high-quality, and the Tai Chi Talisman was the same. But Qin Fen had so many innate treasures, cycling through them one after another. His treasures were holding up perfectly, while the Tai Chi Talisman was outnumbered and starting to buckle.
Seeing it with his eyes and suffering in his heart, Primordial Lord gritted his teeth. He would go all out! "Tongtian, you still haven't used the Primordial Golden Dipper!"
Of course Tongtian knew he still possessed a powerful treasure. The Primordial Golden Dipper had been his, bestowed upon the Three Xiao Goddesses. During the changes of the Investiture of the Gods, the Nine-Turn Yellow River Formation had nearly beaten Kunlun's Twelve Golden Immortals senseless. Several of them had even had the Three Flowers atop their heads stripped away. Its power was clear to see.
But Tongtian did not want to use it. Why? Because of Yunxiao. As his beloved young disciple, Tongtian had watched her be listed in the Investiture of the Gods. As the sect leader, he had felt terrible and believed he had failed Yunxiao. After the Investiture of the Gods, he had not reclaimed this immensely powerful innate treasure. Now that Primordial Lord had brought it up, Tongtian was too ashamed to face Yunxiao and felt deeply guilty.
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