"Brother, do me a favor."

"Brother's orders, don't dare to disobey me!" Xuan Rui proudly raised his tortoise head.

"Okay." Ding Peng jumped on Xuan Rui's back, touched Xuan Rui's tortoise shell and said, "Lend me your spiritual power."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged, made seals with his left hand, and raised his right hand in front of his chest. He slowly untied his cufflinks and pulled them with his fingers, revealing the lotus mark on his arm.

"Ouch!"

Xuan Rui took a deep breath, and suddenly spiritual energy poured into Ding Peng's body like a river.

Even according to his age, Xuan Rui was just a baby when he was stretched to death among the black turtles, but his majestic spiritual energy was so rich that it was simply outrageous.

Ding Peng's body was suddenly surrounded by a thick layer of aura, as if wrapped in blue flames.

Such terrifying psychic power made Ding Xiaoyi even nervous.

After all, this amount was too large, and he was worried that Ding Peng's body would not be able to sustain such a large amount of spiritual energy.

However, when he took a closer look, he found that although the spiritual energy was injected into Ding Peng's body, it was not absorbed by Ding Peng. Instead, it continued to flow and converged on the lotus mark on his arm.

"Isn't this kid trying to activate the artifact?"

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up and he watched more intently.

He has no shortage of artifacts, but artifacts also have levels. No matter how powerful an acquired artifact is, it is only an acquired artifact, and the one on Ding Peng's arm is the real artifact, an innate artifact.

Innate objects are so rare that even ancient gods may not be able to possess them.

If Master Shangqing hadn't used extraordinary means to help Ding Peng reinvent this artifact and evolve it into an innate weapon, I'm afraid even the Great Emperor wouldn't have this ability.
Chapter completed!