Chapter 277: Qingchengzi, Taoist Priest_2

The violently trembling sword swiftly returned to its scabbard, once again reclaiming its tranquility. An ethereal power of the golden sun seemed to linger around the blade...

The wooden sword was returned, but so was a black bead the size of a fist. The Daoist shattered the bead with the golden light in his palm, allowing the strands of dark energy to be dissolved by the power of the sun. Only upon seeing a streak of colorful light dissipating in the sky, merging back into the cosmos, did he nod in satisfaction.

"Gengjin Sword, go."

Having dealt with the black crystal, the Daoist immediately felt a mysterious, gentle force surge into his body. In this silent communion, he could feel his fortune, cultivation level, life-span, and even his talent receive subtle enhancements.