As the ancient Maha characters flickered, the aura on the cold sword became stronger and stronger. The color of the sword gradually turned transparent, and a small pattern could be vaguely seen inside the sword, like a bud waiting to bloom, slowly blooming as the ancient characters were unraveled.
Yunxiao's face grew more and more solemn. Not only did the sword exude a very strong cold intent, but even he, who had been refining the sword with his heart, felt that the cold air was irresistible, and a chill went straight to his heart.
The inextinguishable golden body emerged and shot out beams of golden light, repelling the cold light on his meridians and physical body.
