"This aura... perfect, simply too perfect!"
Su Feng's mind shook violently in an instant. His gaze was drawn to this peerless treasure, and his eyes widened. "What kind of writing is this? Square and orderly, intricate and ancient. Yet the spiritual aura within it lets me clearly understand its meaning."
This aura, this degree of completeness, this pinnacle of sculptural art—it made him unable to imagine, in that instant, that this could be a fake. It seemed like a genuine treasure from an ancient age.
"This... this..."
Excited, he could not help reaching out to gently stroke it, only to hurriedly pull his hand back, as though afraid of tarnishing such a perfect masterpiece. "Priceless! Absolutely priceless! I heard that many ancient sculptures were immensely huge, even comparable to stars in size. But as time passed, those large treasures were almost entirely lost, leaving only small pieces that were preserved intact!"
The larger it was, the higher its value!
And this Cave Abode before him, so perfectly preserved and so vast and magnificent, had a value that was already impossible to assess! Selling this one alone would be enough to make a fortune!
Even he could not tell whether it was real or fake. Others would likely find it even harder to distinguish the truth.
The sense of time's vast current and weathered antiquity within it, along with its Dao charm, was difficult to imagine—terrifyingly so.
"This sculpture could sell for an astronomical price. Many Saints would surely treasure it dearly and regard it as their most cherished possession. But isn't the writing on it a little too shocking?"
Daoist Su Xuan could not help reminding him, "This writing may be a flaw."
When forging a fake by imitating an ancient artifact, one had to consider the artifact's foundation and