BANG!
Caught off guard, Chu Fan slammed hard against the cold mountain wall.
"How could this be?"
He stood frozen, his eyes filled with confusion.
When he had refined weapons like the Bengyue Bow before, he had only obtained the original owner's understanding and experience of their cultivation techniques. The weapons themselves had remained, never disappearing, and certainly never behaving so strangely.
'But this Demon Suppression Stele... it actually flew right into my palm?'
'Is it because those other weapons were just ordinary?'
Chu Fan snapped his head down to look at the palm of his right hand.
A tiny, illusory image of the Demon Suppression Stele was flickering erratically in his palm. Its light gradually dimmed until it faded completely, leaving no trace behind.
Chu Fan shook his hand vigorously.
His body felt no different, as if the whole thing had just been an illusion.
