Wang Quan was delighted. "Sister, where have you seen this treasure before?"
The beautiful woman with three heads and six arms chuckled. "I saw it in my bloodline memories!"
Wang Quan...
The beautiful woman smiled. "In my bloodline memories, I saw a black umbrella."
"The holes in that black umbrella were exactly like the ones you visualized."
Wang Quan was even more delighted. "Sister, tell me more."
Seeing that Wang Quan had a Legend Rating, and knowing he had visited fragments of history, the beautiful woman with three heads and six arms patiently explained, "In my bloodline memories, during the first era, our ancestor followed Lady [Tianxuan] into battle in the Underworld."
"Back then, the Underworld was still scattered in separate pieces here and there."
"While fighting in one piece of the Underworld, our ancestor encountered a terrifying cultivator."
"That cultivator wore purple robes and walked through the Underworld holding a black umbrella."
"When he opened his umbrella, the sky grew bright. No spell or technique could touch him."
"When he closed his umbrella, the sky went dark."
"Even our ancestor could no longer distinguish east from west or north from south, nor tell up from down or left from right."
"That great battle lasted many years."
"In the end, Lady [Tianxuan] had to act personally before the black umbrella was broken and that powerful cultivator captured."
Wang Quan felt strange:
Princess Tianxuan fought the Purple-Robed Marquis?
And smashed my Magic Treasure?
Good grief, I thought the Purple-Robed Marquis had deliberately put holes in the umbrella. Who knew they were actually smashed into it?
For a moment, he did not know what to say.
After a short while, he asked gravely, "Where did that umbrella and that powerful cultivator end up?"
The beautiful woman shook her head. "That, I don't