Buzz!
In an instant, the Martial Saint Sacred Weapon trembled slightly. Specks of fluorescence radiated from its pitch-black blade, and the temperature throughout the cave abode plummeted. Outside, the weather changed drastically, and snow fell in goose-feather flakes.
"It really works!"
Chen Beiwu's eyes flashed. Drawing on the Undying Golden Nature contained within his Primordial Origin Golden Core, he circulated his Primordial Origin Profound Ability, Creation in a Single Thought, with all his strength.
He already possessed Half-Step Soaring Heavens Saber Intent. If he could subdue this Martial Saint Sacred Weapon for his own use, it would undoubtedly be like giving wings to a tiger.
Crack! Crack!
Soon, as time passed, a ripple spread across the Martial Saint Sacred Weapon's blade, followed by a burst of dazzling silvery-white light.
The light flowed like moonlight, yet resembled biting frost. Once it finished spreading, the pitch-black color receded from the blade, revealing faintly discernible dragon scales and unleashing powerful draconic might.
Chen Beiwu's gaze sharpened as he began to hear the saber singing.
Within just three breaths, that sound went from barely perceptible to a deafening dragon's roar.
At that very moment, an intensely cold saber intent surged from the blade, swiftly condensing into a layer of ice crystals that covered the scarlet along its edge until the bloody light faded completely.
"Ying!"
Zhiling sprang into the air on all fours and walked through empty space rather than remaining on Chen Beiwu's shoulder.
There was no other reason: as the Martial Saint Sacred Weapon transformed, Chen Beiwu's aura became linked to it, and his entire body radiated a cold so intense that even a Third-Realm Perfection Demon General could not endure it.
Golden Egg, Iron Egg, and Xuele were far more advanced in cultivation than Zhiling and could withstand the chill, but