At the same time, the transformation of the barrier finally ended.
The black color of Profound Iron peeled away, as if the night had receded, revealing the inner flowing golden luster.
The metallic texture gradually cleared, the previously dull patterns replaced by pure brilliance, with every line reflecting dazzling radiance.
Meng Chuan's brow furrowed tightly, shaped like the character "井", as if enduring some kind of pain.
Because the transformation process was not a gentle dissolution or the previous "gilding" process.
Instead, it was a kind of almost violent purification!
Impurities were burned away by spiritual flames, ultimately condensing into flawless pure gold.
When the last wisp of black mist dissipated, the form was completely stabilized.
Sharp and defined, with a mirror-like shine, as if the light itself had been forged into a solid entity.
No need to perceive or touch, Meng Chuan knew the density of its solidity.
