The so-called Heavenly Evil Battle Casket was not much different from an ordinary zither case. It was made of wood, grayish-brown in color, and rectangular.
Its surface felt somewhat rough, yet mysterious inscriptions had been carved across it, lending it an atmosphere of peace and serenity.
Its specific power was not particularly apparent, but it was exceedingly mysterious and profound.
"Hmm, this Heavenly Evil Battle Casket is rather interesting. It can actually faintly suppress the vicious evil nature of that evil weapon. Even if it is not a supreme treasure, it cannot be far from one. If used to aid cultivation, it would surely be a treasure capable of clearing the heart, calming the mind, and restraining inner demons."
After being forged through the sacrifice of that unlucky bastard Su Hongtu, the evil weapon's power and spirituality had greatly increased.
If outsiders approached it, there was a high chance they would provoke it into attacking. The surrounding area was the sort of place that could be called a dead zone, a forbidden ground.
Although the evil weapon was now alone and without anything to rely on, no longer bound to Su Hongtu by blood as before,
its autonomy had actually become even stronger. It should not have remained completely still in the face of Qiu Lian's approach.
Thus, Meng Zhao guessed that the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket had caused the evil weapon's ferocity to diminish, making it no longer so savage and brutal. Or perhaps the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket had shielded Qiu Lian's life signs, leaving the evil weapon unable to sense him.
As Qiu Lian moved, everyone from both sides—including Si Peng and Xiang Qing, who stood at the forefront, as well as the visibly flustered Yuan Qing—entered the valley. At a distance neither too near nor too