The Nine-clawed Golden Dragon merging into his body did not bring him any benefits in terms of cultivation level.
It was more about opportunities and luck.
It was even rumored that the one who integrated with a Nine-clawed Golden Dragon would have a certain chance of comprehending the dragon race's divine skill.
Eventually, when all of the Nine-clawed Golden Dragons had fused with their chosen cultivators, a tremor suddenly came from the river, and a crack appeared in the middle of the river.
The crack continued to expand, and golden light flickered and threatened to blind the eyes of those looking at it.
The aura that spread out became denser and denser. Everyone stared curiously, and eventually a suit of armor appeared in their field of vision.
The armor was snow-white and was surrounded by a halo. It was like a battle robe. From its aura, it was obvious to everyone that it was a precious treasure.
