And just as the box was opened, Han Yan also clearly felt an extremely sharp intent to kill. Obviously, there was a mechanism within the box harboring deadly traps — if one didn’t open it with the correct Hand Formation, it was very likely to be met with a fatal disaster.
This, too, must be another reason he didn’t carry it with him.
Inside the box, there was actually another box, and the Hand Formation Pang Dezong used became even more complex.
Han Yan watched intently, her heartbeat involuntarily quickening. What kind of Divine Artifact required such layered protection?
Finally, the third box was opened, and a beam of golden light burst forth, turning the entire tent golden.
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Pang Dezong hadn’t lied; this was definitely a Divine Artifact.
After a moment, the golden light gradually faded, revealing a magnificent cloak before Han Yan’s eyes — its gold-threaded surface was made from Meteorite Gold, yet it didn’t feel heavy at all, instead, it exuded an extreme sense of lightness, almost as if woven from golden silk, fluttering with the slightest breeze.
"This is the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, personally refined by my late Master, which can provide you with an Absolute Defense. Against even the strongest opponents, you won’t have to fear for your life," Pang Dezong took a deep breath, regaining a bit of vigor, and said to Han Yan.
"Mhm," Han Yan had already been deeply attracted by the exquisite cloak, and couldn’t help but step forward and reach out to touch the light and airy gold thread.
"Stop!" Pang Dezong’s face changed, almost instinctively wanting to turn and flee, but before he could move, he froze, staring blankly at Han Yan.
"What’s wrong?" Han Yan’s hand rested on the gold thread, looking at Pang Dezong with confusion, not understanding his overreaction.
"You... you... you’re too lucky," Pang Dezong wiped the sweat that had suddenly appeared on his forehead, stammering.
"Is there something amiss?" Seeing the nervous look on Pang Dezong’s face, Han Yan realized that her own actions might have been reckless. Wondering if something was amiss, she asked, puzzled.
"Do you know that you were moments away from losing your life just now? Not just you, I probably would have suffered alongside you," Pang Dezong said irritably.
"Oh, I would be grateful for Senior Pang’s guidance," Han Yan said, showing no particular fondness for the teacher-disciple pair of Pang Dezong and Zhao Sinin, yet she was not too proud to ask for advice.
"This Cangxuan Cloud Silk is too heaven-defying, though it’s a Defense Divine Artifact, it holds within it the might of Potian. Even my Master with his capabilities couldn’t unravel it, so he had to set several Prohibitions to suppress that power. But this suppression isn’t flawless — there are some vulnerabilities. Without the correct technique in touching it, if you’re lucky nothing happens, but if you’re unlucky, it might shatter your body," Pang Dezong explained with lingering fear.
Back then, when he first encountered this Divine Artifact, he too couldn’t help but touch it, only to be so violently shaken that his organs dislocated. Had his Master not intervened in time, he probably would have died on the spot. Keep in mind that at that time, he was a Peak Tenth Rank Sword Master, countless times stronger than Han Yan is now.