Li Changqing took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and with trembling hands, he pulled out an ancient copper tripod from his robe.
This copper tripod was only the size of a palm, lying quietly in his hand, yet it exuded a sense of antiquity and weightiness.
The entire body emitted a dim golden light, not dazzling, but seemed to contain the sediment of ages.
The body of the tripod was covered with mysterious runes, each rune like a lively being, flowing and shimmering slowly on the body, as if telling secrets of ancient times.
Despite the mottled rust left by the years on its surface, it couldn't conceal the extraordinary aura it emanated; instead, it added an air of mystery and majesty.
Li Changqing's hands swiftly formed hand seals, his ten fingers intertwining like phantoms, and he muttered incantations.
Obscure incantations spilled from his mouth, accompanied by the surge of spiritual power, like an ancient call.
