The so-called sacred object of the Shuyi Clan was an exquisitely carved jade sculpture. A thick gray-white mist coiled around it, and within the mist surrounding its body, a tremendous mass of energy gathered without dispersing. As the energy radiated its aura, it gave off an extremely ancient feeling.
A vast divine sense swept over it, and a thick blood-red fluorescence immediately appeared on the jade sculpture.
Although it revealed such an extraordinary sight, it displayed no other power whatsoever.
Looking closely, the jade sculpture was only a foot tall. Its shape was extremely strange; at first glance, it looked like an oddly shaped plant. But if divine sense probed into the gray-white mist, one would discover what seemed to be several tiny, unknown beasts with antlers growing from their heads.
Qin Fengming's Second Soul Spirit was also extremely curious when he saw Fang Liang take it out.
Yet no matter how he investigated it, he could not discover what function the jade sculpture possessed.
Fang Liang and He Xuan were equally baffled when they saw it. They had even tried to secretly uncover its mysteries, but after the two of them experimented for a long time, they still achieved nothing.
Regarding such an object, Qin Fengming's Second Soul Spirit judged that it should have been left behind by an ancestor of the Shuyi Clan. Alternatively, it might be something akin to the clan's token from the Nightmare Moon Realm.
Apart from the Shuyi Clan, even if someone obtained this object, it likely had no useful purpose.
After informing Qin Fengming's main body of what they had learned, he too slightly furrowed his brows, unable to make heads or tails of it.
"Senior's so-called sacred object of the Shuyi Clan is this jade sculpture, correct?" After pondering briefly, Qin Fengming