The moment Qin He stepped into the secret chamber, the soft glow of luminous pearls washed over his shoes.
The spirit treasures embedded in the four walls trembled on their own. Long swords hummed as they hovered in midair, the spiritual energy streaming from their etched patterns turning into visible white radiance.
The fragrance of the pills in the jade bottles was so rich it was almost tangible. As it drifted to his nose, even the Demonic Cloud Millstone within his dantian could not help spinning a little faster.
Yet his gaze never once left the jade pedestal at the center of the chamber.
The Bronze Casket rested quietly there, dragon patterns winding along its surface. Two rubies were set into the dragon's eyes, their shifting luster faintly resonating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
What stirred Qin He even more was the exceedingly faint ripple of law lingering over the casket's surface.
It was not a saint realm origin like Long Qingyun's, but an older, purer aura, like a newborn star brimming with unparalleled vitality.
"This is..."
Qin He slowly approached. Before his fingertips even touched the casket, he felt a pulling force surge into his meridians through them.
That force was not overbearing, but it possessed tremendous penetrating power. It acted directly on the source of his demonic essence, and the bottleneck in his Dao comprehension actually showed faint signs of loosening.
The gap between the divine bridge realm and the other shore realm had never been about the depth of one's spiritual power, but one's comprehension of laws.
In the Abyss, he had spent thirty years merely reaching the threshold of laws.
He possessed several divine abilities, yet he could only wield them. A thin veil still separated him from the laws themselves. Moreover, the