Chapter 1247: The First Chaos Treasure (2)
Each of the eight Chaos Treasures possessed unique attributes, containing power beyond imagination. Any one could serve as a Dao Zenithel’s primary weapon.
For Standard True Saints, possessing even a single Chaos Treasure would allow them to unleash power approaching that of a Full True Saint. And if a Full True Saint wielded one? They would approach invincibility among their peers.
How I wish I could take them all. Wu Yuan sighed under his breath. But he understood that these Chaos Treasures represented the finest of the Creation Dao Master's collection, accumulated over countless eons. Many Dao Zenithels with shorter cultivation histories might not even have amassed one.
I will soon venture into the Nine Chaos Voids. Wu Yuan thought. Self-preservation should be my primary concern. If it were my qi refiner self making the choice, the Stealth Feather might be ideal... it could improve my escape abilities even further.
But my body refiner self lacks the same affinity for spacetime manipulation. I should prioritize maximizing physical defense instead.
Wu Yuan methodically analyzed his options, deciding to enhance his natural strengths. His body refiner self excelled in direct combat, so reinforcing his physical defenses took precedence.
“I’ll choose you then,” he declared finally, his gaze settling on a robe that emanated auroral light. As his decision crystallized, the boundless void around him began to tremble violently.
Boom! Dazzling radiance erupted from the robe, illuminating the entire expanse. Even the imposing temple at the void's edge seemed dim by comparison.
With a synchronized rush, the other seven Chaos Treasures seemed to sense Wu Yuan's choice. They vanished swiftly into the void, no longer within his perception.
"Come!" Wu Yuan commanded, extending his hand. A torrent of True Saint mana poured forth, surging into the radiant robe and rapidly imprinting it with his vital aura.
In an instant, the robe retracted its aura and streaked across the void. It settled directly over Wu Yuan's outer battle armor, transforming into a set of black armor that enveloped him entirely. His aura became deeper, more withdrawn.
The Robe of Creation? Wu Yuan raised his hand, noting how the armor perfectly covered his palms and fingertips. He clenched his fist tightly.