A Game of Chance

The sudden turn of events was unexpected; the clouds that hovered around the Residence of Nine Supremes was wary of the Divine Edge.

"To think, this saber has such an ability. How intriguing."

Yun Yang immediately considered the possibilities. "If it’s equally effective on any cloud or fog-related air particles, would it aid me if I journey to places that are mysteriously surrounded by mist all year long or odd spots engulfed in miasma?"

Yun Yang was delighted, despite being aware that the effect of the Divine Edge towards anything air related still needed further verification. For now, it was more important for him to clean up the six mystical beasts’ corpses.

Holding the saber, Yun Yang took the beasts’ mystical pills out swiftly and dried their external layer with mystical Qi before performing a simple cleaning process; the mystical pills that were enveloped in the beasts’ flesh and blood then turned clean and round.