Drips of fresh blood, an engraving of the Divine Soul, and you can become the master of the [Dao Furnace]!
Xie Xuanyi gazed at the crimson aura surging in the grand hall before him.
For some reason,
his heart did not harbor much joy.
Instead, it was Dao Jiu, who was cheering and rubbing his hands with glee.
He was about to embrace the long-awaited freedom; the entire hall was enveloped in divine light, and the Dao Furnace was even brought before Xie Xuanyi.
However, after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of Xie Xuanyi making his next move.
Unable to restrain himself, Dao Jiu voiced out, "Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie?"
"..."
Xie Xuanyi slowly lowered the hand he had raised.
He examined the ancient crimson bronze furnace and suddenly asked, "I heard that the 'Dao Brush' can erase Dao markings, severing the spiritual connection between the treasure and its master... Is this rumor true or false?"
This sudden question caught Dao Jiu off guard.
