It was as if the box itself was a single, perfectly formed whole.
Merely resting in Venerable Ye Qin's hand, it created a strange sense of stagnation in the surrounding space, as if time itself were slowing in its presence.
'This is no mortal creation!'
The three Venerables fixed their gazes on Li Wen, their eyes filled with both tension and anticipation.
Li Wen took a deep breath, stepped forward, and extended his hands, carefully accepting the heavy, treasure-like box.
The moment his fingertips touched the box, a strange sensation, both cool and gentle, coursed through them.
It felt as if countless microscopic streams of information were trying to flood his mind, only to be blocked by an invisible barrier.
He held his breath, focusing his spirit. Cradling the box in both hands, he silently focused on the thought of opening it.
There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling flash of light.
