That banner, who knows what power it holds, fell before it even had a chance to show its might, and Xiang Beifei didn’t even get a chance to explore it.
Normally, everything sealed in the Spirit Gathering Book is quite useful, like Learn by Analogy, helping him quickly understand this world, Return to the Original State allowing him to get his abilities back to near invincibility, and Yin and Yang source energy enabling him to roam freely.
This banner doesn’t seem like a fragnt of an ancestral artifact, but perhaps it holds so power. Initially, he hoped it would be of more use, but unfortunately, he was too careless.
Xiaohei reopened the Spirit Gathering Book, looking at the banner in the Zhang Constellation, weak and feeble.
At this mont, the banner no longer carried the arrogant presence it had before, the pole was broken into two pieces, and the flag was limp, trembling slightly.
"What exactly is this thing’s ability?" Xiaohei muttered.
The explanation on the Spirit Gathering Book’s Zhang Constellation for this item was only two words: Slaughter Banner.
"The killing aura is so heavy, could it be used for killing?" Erha speculated.
"Then it’s pathetically weak! Like a paper tiger," Xiaohei said disdainfully.
Xiang Beifei closely examined this Slaughter Banner, a flag hung on a red pole, the flag being rectangular, black on both sides, exuding a fierce killing aura.
"I wonder if it still behaves arrogantly."
Erha provocatively reached out and poked at the banner, but just then, the banner suddenly changed color, the black killing aura vanished, turning into a lazy green, appearing vibrant yet with a hint of laziness, even silly.
"Huh? How did it change color?"
Erha, astonished, grabbed the green banner and shook it a couple of tis. Perhaps because it was broken, it wasn’t as arrogant this ti.
"No, the other side still looks murderous," Erha remarked.
This banner was black on one side, green on the other, with different atmospheres on each side.
"Let see, let see."
Xiaohei took the banner, and then the banner changed once again, becoming white, pure and immaculate. The front side of the flag looked very spiritual, giving off a playful vibe.
But the other side, still black and filled with killing intent.
"It turned white," Xiaohei exclaid in surprise, shaking the banner.
"Let’s see what color I am?"
Youmong, curious as well, moved in and snatched the banner. In his hands, one side turned cyan, a very tender color, looking like freshly sprouted leaves.
Erha grabbed the flag again and shook it a couple of tis, but apart from changing colors, it had no special reaction. Xiaohei even held the banner together with Erha, making the flag green on one side, white on the other.
"Let try."
Xiang Beifei reached out for the banner, and then suddenly, it changed color again!
This ti, both sides turned black!
The black side appeared very eerie, like staring into a dark abyss that might pull soone in at any mont. The killing aura was also quite intense, giving Xiang Beifei an illusion that this black flag was like the entrance to a killing ground.
"Huh, Feifei, why are you black? It seems so murderous!" Xiaohei asked in confusion.
But just as the words left his mouth, the banner changed color again, both sides turning white. It looked much more gentle, as if shrouded in a layer of white mist, giving the impression that sothing was about to erge from within.
This kind of white was different from Xiaohei’s spiritual and quirky white, more like a llow and solid white.
He reached out and touched the surface of the flag, feeling a warm current from the white side, while the black side earlier was full of coldness.
"Wow, it reacts differently for each of us!"
"Does it have different reactions for different people?" Xiaohei wondered.
"So what’s its purpose? Just to look nice?"
Xiang Beifei carefully perceived the banner, staring at the killing aura-filled side, and then suddenly beca surprised.
Because in that dark abyss, he vaguely saw many strange shadows, these shadows slowly swirling, then becoming so familiar silhouettes.
"Ah? Isn’t that Shang Tianxiong?" Xiaohei exclaid.
"Wasn’t he turned into candy? When did he get trapped in this banner?" Erha asked puzzled.
Xiang Beifei’s Spiritual Power probed into the black abyss of the Slaughter Banner, gradually understanding sothing.
"This Slaughter Banner is very strange. I think it records every slaughter it has caused. If I killed soone, I would be able to rely on this banner to possess so of their abilities," Xiang Beifei said.
"That’s so sinister?" Youmong widened his eyes.
"Then, this is an evil cultivation treasure! Continuously killing people to grow stronger from it, isn’t it?" Xiaohei frowned.
"Perhaps," Xiang Beifei replied.
The Slaughter Banner has two sides, each person holding it has a side of killing and a side representing themselves.
Just like Erha’s lazy green, Youmong’s tender cyan, Xiaohei’s playful white, but regardless of the color, there was always a killing side to them.
"There must be so sort of downside, right?" Xiaohei asked.
"I think causing too much slaughter might turn both sides black, which could affect a person, it’s hard to say." Xiang Beifei pondered.
"Then we better not use it," Youmong muttered.
Xiang Beifei didn’t imdiately respond, realizing that he had killed quite a few Dao Palace people, wondering if he could use the abilities of the Slaughter Banner to wield their powers?
However, he currently had no way to continue experinting, as the Slaughter Banner was being suppressed by the Heavenly Dao’s forces here in the Great Desolate Realm, so any further attempts would have to be in the Edge Corner Airspace.
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