Battle for the Magical Treasure

Everyone focused their gaze. Sure enough, as Zhang Tie had said, deep within the golden pillar of light that pierced heaven and earth, an ancient-looking pair of golden scissors floated silently.

Its entire body flowed with blazing radiance, as though it had been condensed from fragments of a molten sun.

The scissors were carved with entwined twin flood dragons, their heads facing one another, their sharp fangs interlocking to form razor-edged blades.

Though they were separated by a great distance, an immense spiritual pressure came surging over in waves, making everyone's hearts tremble. That pressure was not still, but pulsed like a living creature—at times like enormous waves crashing against the shore, at times like hidden currents surging beneath the surface—pressing down until everyone's breathing stalled.

However, the pillar of light itself was far too dazzling, like tangible golden magma connecting heaven and earth, severely disrupting the cultivators' spiritual sense. The ancient spirit patterns engraved upon the golden scissors were blurred by the intense light, appearing and vanishing like swimming golden snakes. Its exact grade could not be determined for the moment.

"There really is something strange within! Senior Brother Wang, should we go take a look?" Guan Xuehan's eyes flashed with fervent light, his tone unable to conceal his excitement.

"Stay put for now." Zhang Tie refused decisively, his gaze still fixed on the distant pillar of light. His voice was steady. "First, sort out every material in the storage bags that might be related to formations and set them aside separately. Remember, do not overlook any ores, jade fragments, or beast bones bearing rune marks or unusual spiritual fluctuations."

"Formation materials? Could it be that you are also skilled in the art of formations?" Wan Qiu revealed a look of surprise and could not help reassessing the young