As time went on, the war between the Sen Yue army and the Minghai army devolved into a heated stalemate.
The Sen Yue army had not been able to easily crush the Minghai Race, contrary to expectations.
This development was truly unexpected.
In response, the two monarchs each had their own schemes.
Especially Sen Yue.
"The Three-Plume Cyan Bottle... A Sacred Artifact, and one of the Wood Dao, no less."
Sen Yue waved the sleeve of his Purple Gold Daoist Robe, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Heh, it just so happens Xiaohui needs this to illuminate her path to Sainthood. It seems I'll have to put in a little effort to acquire this Sacred Artifact for her."
A Sacred Artifact was indeed powerful and terrifying, enough to dictate the outcome of a major battle.
It could even drive Saints to wage heaven-shaking, life-or-death wars to possess it.
However, a Sacred Artifact's power was based on two things. First was the artifact itself.
And second, the one who wielded it.
