There were simply too many of these things!
Yang An felt as though he were standing amid a mountain of clutter. No matter which direction he looked, he could not see its end, as if these objects were the only things in this world that held any meaning for existence.
He quickly thought of forbidden artifacts.
Since this was the core of the forbidden land, the birthplace of the power of rules, then these things before him must all be connected to the power of rules.
Furthermore, he possessed several forbidden artifact fragments himself. Whether it was a damaged shard resembling part of a weapon or a broken bracelet like the Life-Returning Curse, they were enough to let him glimpse the whole leopard through a tube.
These miscellaneous objects before him might be the true bodies of forbidden artifacts!
According to what the One-Eyed Man had said, the closer one came to the forbidden land's core, the stronger—and even more complete—the forbidden artifacts one could obtain would be.
Perhaps the forbidden artifacts here were complete artifacts!
At that thought, Yang An's gaze upon the clutter became excited.
However, he did not lower his guard and remained cautious.
The fact that this place was called the core of the forbidden land, rather than anything else, was enough to show how dangerous it was.
One careless step could very likely cost him his life, leaving him dead and his Dao extinguished.
The wilderness was too vast. There was no telling how many of these things there actually were.
Yang An carefully moved his feet, observing whether anything about these objects was unusual.
Yet they seemed like ordinary mundane objects.
He used Mana to manipulate them, lifting them from afar through the air, yet nothing happened.
He tried several times, but still nothing