"This land is bright and tranquil. Let no Thunder Skill be unleashed!"
Yan Rulong's expression was solemn. He formed a hand seal and pointed. The calligraphy scroll above his head ignited with white flames, the Treasure burning fiercely.
It was an item kept close by a Nascent Soul True Monarch for hundreds of years, suffused with his influence. Each character was a pearl of profound power, containing a vast might.
To a Celestial Principle Sect Cultivator, its value surpassed even a Top-Grade Magical Treasure, bordering on that of a Spiritual Treasure.
Destroying it in one go would unleash a burst of power that, in some respects, could reach the Nascent Soul Level.
Yan Rulong's heart bled at the sacrifice. He only possessed one such Treasure, and even the entire Celestial Principle Sect had few remaining.
