Xuanhu's Twin Pillars, a Storm Stirs on the Wasteland

This was an opportunity that transcended the mortal world!

As long as he could... as long as he could touch it!

That thought was like a curse, instantly driving away all fear, pain, and reason.

Jing was merely a lowly Law Master, struggling to survive in the wilderness. When had he ever encountered such a tremendous opportunity?

Jing's eyes turned bloodshot, and his breathing grew rapid once more.

He forgot the agony wracking his body, forgot the Bone Lizard's poison, forgot what a terrifyingly dangerous place this was. In his eyes, only the silver-white token remained—the one embedded in the giant corpse's skull, emitting a deadly temptation.

"Mine... It should be mine..." he muttered, as if speaking in a dream.

A strength from nowhere supported him. He suddenly stretched out his trembling hand, stained with his own blood and mud, and grasped desperately toward the silver token—the token that represented supreme power and an unknown fate.

His fingertips touched something cold.

"Th-this... I got it just like that?" Jing's pupils suddenly contracted. The red faded from his eyes, leaving only pure, incredulous bewilderment.

The enormous contrast stunned him for a moment. There was no expected burst of treasure light, no overwhelming pressure that shook the heavens, no earthshaking resistance, much less any backlash that would crush an ant like him.

It had been so easy, so... peaceful?

It was as though what he had picked up was not a supreme divine object capable of pinning a Void True God to death, but merely a somewhat heavy, strange stone.

That eerie calm lasted only for an exceedingly brief instant.

The next second, it was as though a boulder had shattered a frozen lake. After the bone-piercing cold came a surging dread capable of drowning the soul.

Fear crashed over him like