In the depths of his consciousness, a sense of enlightenment arose within his heart and spirit.
Three times!!
This strand of hair can be wielded three times; after three uses, it will vanish, yet the power of these three swings...
Su Tu could hardly imagine...
Although curious, he wasn't willing to try swinging it once. With a thought, the strand dispersed instantly, merging into his heart and spirit.
However, if Su Tu desired, the strand could reappear in his palm.
At this moment, Su Tu's mouth curled up; he finally held a decisive trump card, a power related to 'Nu Wa'.
If used, even a Celestial Being Venerable might not be able to withstand it.
As Su Tu stored away the strand of hair, a sense arose within his heart and spirit.
"Seek my Immortal Robe, and I will grant you fortune~"
No voice rang out, just a spontaneous thought.
"Immortal Robe?"
Su Tu frowned; anything they deem as fortuitous is never to be underestimated.
