The grayish-white wooden carving rolled to a stop beside the bookshelf, surrounded by scattered Wood Fragments. The carving stood roughly half a meter tall, cylindrical in shape, with a Mortise and Tenon Structure at its base. When Zhao Qi had torn it out earlier, he had snapped the mortise and tenon joint below. The fracture point was covered in sharp, thorn-like wood shavings.
What is this thing?
Chen Luo examined the wooden carving and found the patterns on its cylindrical surface exceptionally strange. When he looked at them with his eyes, ripples like water spread across them. Yet when he examined it with Immortal Sense, he discovered that there was no wood beneath it.
Immortal Sense could not observe it!
Chen Luo had encountered similar things in the Lower Realm before. The auras of his brain fragments shifted rapidly, cycling through those of Ghost Cultivators, Demon Cultivators, and Devil Cultivators. Yet This Time, regardless of which path the cultivator had taken, none could sense the wooden carving with Divine Sense.
Only when he looked at it with his eyes and touched it with his hands did the wooden carving appear.
Chen Luo crouched down, took out a small puppet, and tried tapping the wooden carving. There was no reaction whatsoever.
Tribulation Qi.
The Immortal Emperor Changqing's brain suddenly appeared, and a thought flashed through his mind. Yet apart from the Immortal Emperor Changqing's brain, every other brain had no response, as though no one besides the Immortal Emperor Changqing had ever seen such a thing—not even Immortal Chou or the Black Snake Demon Saint.
"Tribulation Qi?"
Chen Luo tried drawing upon the Immortal Emperor Changqing's brain, but gained nothing beyond those two words. He guessed that this portion of the information was among the remaining brains in the Emperor Tomb,