A trace of astonishment appeared in Linghu Yuanqiu's eyes.

"I have to wait at least hundreds of years for the Taoist artifact to be refined by the gods before I can drive it. How can this child be used as soon as I hold it in my hand? Could it be that this Taoist artifact is special and does not need to be refined?"

The true biography of the various sects looked at Ning Qi in shock, and at the same time, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in their hearts