Before long, Jiang Ping An arrived before the target he suspected.
A palm-sized Black Stone Lion sat in the corner of the great hall.
Compared to the divine artifacts around it that emanated powerful fluctuations, this Stone Lion looked utterly inconspicuous.
It bore no divine artifact fluctuations, like an ordinary decoration.
Yet Jiang Ping An could sense the presence of an artifact spirit within this Stone Lion.
This was very strange.
Under normal circumstances, only immortal artifacts, divine artifacts, and certain special magical treasures that carried complete Rules could give birth to artifact spirits, also known as artifact souls.
It was almost impossible for an unfinished treasure like this to give birth to an artifact spirit.
When he stood before the Stone Lion, the artifact soul within it fluctuated violently.
Jiang Ping An said nothing. He simply stood before the Black Stone Lion and watched it quietly.
This continued for five or six days, and the artifact soul inside the Black Stone Lion fluctuated more and more intensely.
Anyone would feel uncomfortable being stared at without pause.
The Black Stone Lion seemed unable to endure it any longer. Its body suddenly expanded until it was as large as a mountain peak.
Its eyes moved as it looked down upon Jiang Ping An, its voice brimming with rage and oppression.
"Why have you been staring at This King? Get lost, or This King will crush you beneath one foot!"
Jiang Ping An did not move. Instead, the corner of his lips curled upward slightly, revealing an expression as though he had seen through everything.
"Stop pretending. You have given yourself away. Your artifact soul was born not long ago—one could even say it is far too young. You cannot hide your emotions at all. You left traces behind when you acted.