The dark-golden puppet lay quietly at the bottom of the torrent, like the forgotten remains of an ancient god.
The instant Lin Langtian's perception touched its shell, fragments of cold, tyrannical, unyielding will stabbed toward him like icy needles.
This will was incomplete and devoid of intelligence, leaving behind only the purest battle instinct and obsession with guarding. Even after ten thousand years of erosion, it had yet to dissipate.
What stirred Lin Langtian even more was the faint yet kindred Primordial aura entwined around its core, which was producing an exceedingly subtle resonance with the Primordial Demon Talisman deep within his sea of qi.
"Primordial Battle Puppet..." Lin Langtian's heart turned solemn.
This was certainly not something the Treasure Beast could have forged. It seemed more likely to have come from some lost Primordial ruin and, by chance, fallen into the lake. Its unusual material and inwardly restrained power had kept the Treasure Beast from fully digesting it or valuing it, allowing it to lie dormant here.
Above, the three Quasi-Sacred Items shone brilliantly, their allure close at hand.
Yet Lin Langtian hesitated for only an instant before his gaze became utterly resolute.
Though Quasi-Sacred Items were good, they were ultimately external objects. Besides, he already possessed a true Sacred Item, the Qiankun Demon Suppressing Tower.
This Primordial Battle Puppet, however, was not only potentially of an extremely high grade, but also shared the same origin as his Primordial Demon Talisman. If he could subdue it, it might unleash unexpected power.
"It's you, then."
His body moved. He no longer spared the three spheres of light another glance, and Spiritual Power surged through him, turning him into a flowing light that charged straight toward the bottom against the torrent of divine artifacts.
The deeper he went, the more the