C892 The Awakening of the Sword of Talisman!

In the room, Qin Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground, his face a mask of concentration. He held a crystalline object in his hands, channeling his spiritual power into it. As he did so, the crystal's hue shifted subtly, morphing from a pale gray to a gentle blue, before deepening into a somber navy.

Observing the crystal's transformation, Qin Chuan murmured