Chapter 830 - 395: Black Gold Ancient Seal! The Great Nemesis of Pure Yang Treasures (5,000-Word Major - )_2

Chapter 830: Chapter 395: Black Gold Ancient Seal! The Great Nemesis of Pure Yang Treasures (5,000-Word Major Chapter)_2

Meanwhile, a spectacle was rising, reaching the sky like the azure sky draped in crimson clouds, magnificent as the radiance of the sun showering down, filling the ground with treasure light.

"Azure sky and bright sun, treasure light flourishes!"

Everyone’s gaze lightly trembled, involuntarily exclaiming.

"Cyan Feather Treasure!"

"The Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal has finally ascended." Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly, as the owner, he could feel the power transmitted from the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal.

If the Yellow Feather Treasure was as heavy as the yellow earth.

Then the Cyan Feather Treasure was as righteous as the light of the azure sky and bright sun.

This power already surpassed the White Bone Relic, even standing above it.

"To be the bride’s dress for another."

In the distance, An Wuyang’s face was cold and clear, staring firmly at the Dharma Seal still transforming within the Bright Glaze, his gaze shifted to Zhang Fan.

He plotted for so long, even at great cost sought the two Residual Seals from Dragon Tiger Mountain, who knew the marvel of destiny would allow a Zhang Fan to appear and seize his opportunity.

The Hidden Sword Seal not only failed to transform and ascend, but even the original Dragon Tiger Mountain Seal belonging to him was lost.

Boom...

At this moment, Mao Xiaoyun’s figure once again manifested, leaping out from the Bright Glaze, in an instant, the brightness dissipated, with dark purple thunder and crimson ground fire again distinctly separated.

In the dazzling thunder and fire refining, the newly born Dharma Seal slowly emerged in everyone’s view, however.

"Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal!?"

Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows, almost failing to recognize it, at this moment the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal had undergone a transformative change, almost no trace of its original form remained.

The originally gilded body had turned into black gold, like a vast hidden night, adorned with dazzling stars, the ancient seal script became more complex, like dragons and snakes emerging on land, resembling the rise and fall of mountains and rivers, interweaving into treasure seal Dao patterns.

"Black Gold Ancient Seal!"

Zhang Fan’s eyes shone, a new name was about to burst forth in his heart.

The newly born Magical Treasure was no longer the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal, but the Black Gold Ancient Seal, drawing from the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal as its foundation, absorbing the two Residual Seals from Dragon Tiger Mountain and four Magical Treasure Fragments, finally forged on Maoshan’s Treasure Refining Platform, with Celestial Master’s sacred technique and thunder-fire reforging, ultimately being molded into form.

Boom...

In front of the Treasure Refining Platform, Mao Xiaoyun seemed to return from another world, pointing his finger, dispersing the thunder, withdrawing the ground fire, the overcast clouds scattered, revealing crimson widespread.

Before the ancient temple, a mountain breeze swept through, gradually returning to the original tranquility.

On the Treasure Refining Platform, the Black Gold Ancient Seal quietly settled, with neither sound nor motion, no longer the initial commotion, yet on it glowed a dense and silent brilliance, exuding the weight of time.

With just this refinement, it had practically gained an extra one to two hundred years of Dao practice, firmly entering the ranks of Cyan Feather Treasures.

"This treasure is no treasure!" Mao Xiaoyun’s eyes slightly condensed, resting on the Black Gold Ancient Seal.

"Senior..."

At this moment, Zhang Fan had to step forward regardless.

"Senior!"

However, before he could finish speaking, An Wuyang interrupted.

This treasure refining was originally to add glory to his Hidden Sword Seal, yet it ended up freely benefiting Zhang Fan, becoming the bride’s dress for another, even with his high cultivation, he couldn’t help but react.

"Uncle Clan, this person harbors malicious intent, thieving secrets, seizing Taoist Brother An’s providence, his heart is deserving of punishment." Mao Baifeng couldn’t hold back either.

"Master Uncle, Zhang Fan had no intention of it, this treasure..." Fang Changle hurriedly stood out to defend Zhang Fan.

"No need for further words."

Mao Xiaoyun raised his hand to interrupt, with a wave of his robe, the Black Gold Ancient Seal fell into his palm.

Zhang Fan upon seeing this, furrowed his brows involuntarily.

"Stay here."

"Fang, come with me."

Saying this, Mao Xiaoyun departed with the Black Gold Ancient Seal.

"Wait here for me."

Fang Changle whispered to Zhang Fan.

Once he finished speaking, he stepped forward, quickly following in Mao Xiaoyun’s footsteps.

In the distance, An Wuyang remained silent in contemplation, only Mao Baifeng and Xiao Changfeng looked at Zhang Fan with hostility.

...

Three Straw Hall, before the Ancestral Master’s seat.

On the incense table, the Black Gold Ancient Seal was placed, an old Taoist lightly brushed his index finger over it, with neither joy nor anger apparent on his calm face.

"Sect Leader..."

At this moment, Mao Xiaoyun spoke, looking at Taoist Zhuqing, hesitant to speak.

"Changle." Chen Zhuqing slowly picked up the Black Gold Ancient Seal, turned around, and looked at Fang Changle standing respectfully below.

From entering the hall, to Mao Xiaoyun recounting everything, he remained silent, awaiting Chen Zhuqing’s question.

"Master."

"That young man called Zhang Fan, you’re quite close with him?"

Surprisingly, Chen Zhuqing didn’t inquire about the Black Gold Ancient Seal, instead asked about Zhang Fan.

"Life-and-death acquaintances." Fang Changle affirmed solemnly.

"Do you know his origins?"

"I..." Fang Changle hesitated before replying, then immediately said: "He..."

"No need for further words!"

Chen Zhuqing looked at Fang Changle, raised his hand to interrupt: "You know in your heart..."

"Everyone has their own path, and that path is yours to choose."

Speaking thus, Chen Zhuqing raised his hand and tossed the Black Gold Ancient Seal to Fang Changle.

"Master!?" Fang Changle wore a face of confusion.

"Leave the mountain with him tonight."

"Sect Leader..." Mao Xiaoyun’s gray eyebrows rose.

"The loss of that little fellow from Zhongnan Mountain, our Maoshan will compensate him."

"Yes, Master!"

Fang Changle understood, harboring the Black Gold Ancient Seal, he left the Ancestral Hall.

Within the vast hall, only Chen Zhuqing and Mao Xiaoyun remained.

"Just now, the Celestial Talisman unexpectedly stirred, do you think it’s related to this newly ascended treasure?" Chen Zhuqing suddenly said.