The sword blade and sheath were all made of wooden materials, and the suddenly appeared blade seemed to be intertwined like two thick tree trunks, at first glance appearing like something mundane and powerless, extremely light, yet giving a sense of natural perfection.
Although it seemed unremarkable, because it appeared in the center of this altar, no one dared to underestimate it.
At this moment, Chen Yuan held it in his hand, and this wooden material sword was incredibly heavy, even heavier than the star treasures forged from divine gold.
"Buzz!"
When the sword entered his hand, it immediately erupted with a radiance of intertwining black and white light.
The white light was like snow, the black light like ink, the two lights entangled with each other, flowing ceaselessly, resembling the Taiji fish, with no beginning and no end, distinct in yin and yang.
