Half an hour later, as Tang Lan passed by a battered wooden box, a faint buzzing sound suddenly came from within it.
Tang Lan raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued.
After carefully examining the wooden box, which was almost too rotten to retain its shape, Tang Lan's interest grew even stronger.
Among the thousands of divine artifacts displayed throughout the hall, not a single one besides this had been stored in such a shabby wooden box.
With that thought, Tang Lan walked directly toward it.
Unlike the powerful rejection and pressure emitted by the other divine artifacts, this object instead conveyed a cheerful emotion.
At this moment, neither Ning Xian nor He Xi made a sound, afraid of disturbing Tang Lan and affecting his selection of treasures.
The longer they remained here, the more terrified they became of this place.
After all, as artifact spirits, they were attached to nothing more than Demigod Artifacts, while every single item here was a divine artifact without exception.
Neither of them even dared to casually reveal their aura here. This was the gap between artifact ranks, much like the difference between an ordinary Titled Douluo and a Super Douluo.
Bzzzz—
When Tang Lan's right palm touched the wooden box, the object inside began to release even stronger fluctuations.
Yet the trembling on the surface of the wooden box gradually calmed.
At the same time, Tang Lan's Ancient Dragon Spirit reacted and automatically manifested without his realizing it.
As the wooden box slowly opened, golden light instantly filled his vision. When it gradually faded, Tang Lan saw a tiny golden dragon the size of a palm.
The instant he saw the little dragon, Tang Lan's martial spirit likewise showed delight.
"This is actually a True Dragon Soul!"
"H-How is that possible?!"
At that moment, Ning