Judging by its power, it truly possessed the terrifying might of an Innate Magical Treasure.
But judging by its appearance, it really did not look like a Magical Treasure.
Ice blue, with red stripes, it was an irregular cylinder with ugly curves.
At that moment, Ao Han had wrapped the entire Magical Treasure in Dragon Qi. Taking advantage of his absorption in cultivation, Cui Jiuyang even tried touching the Magical Treasure with his Divine Sense, but all he could sense was Ao Han's aura. Not a trace of the Magical Treasure's own aura leaked out.
How did that make sense?
Could such a powerful Magical Treasure really give off no aura?
Every Innate Magical Treasure was a rare existence that had developed a True Spirit.
Those Innate Magical Treasures that had existed since the creation of heaven and earth even had their own likes, dislikes, and preferences.
In Ancient Times, one of the most important requirements for many sect leaders seeking to wield their sect's authority was gaining the recognition of its Innate Magical Treasure. Otherwise, if the Innate Supreme Treasure acknowledged another disciple and toppled them from the sect leader's throne, it would be an embarrassment.
Many artificially refined Innate Magical Treasures had weak True Spirits that could not manifest physically like those of true Innate Magical Treasures, but that did not mean they lacked personalities of their own.
In other words, any Innate Magical Treasure had its own thoughts and dignity. It could not possibly be like the thing resting on Ao Han's knees, without even an aura of its own, almost assimilated by Ao Han!
Assimilation!
A thought stirred in Cui Jiuyang's mind. He changed his approach, no longer probing for the Magical Treasure's own aura, but sensing the flow of Spiritual Power between Ao Han and