"Boss!"
A rough, booming shout rang out.
Sun Wukong came flying over, leaning on the Golden Cudgel and limping badly.
The monkey was covered in wounds. His golden fur was stuck together with blood, forming clumps here and there.
A wound deep enough to expose bone still oozed blood from his chest, yet his eyes shone with frightening brightness.
It was the feverish excitement of battle lust that had yet to fade.
"This thing is what that demon left behind after he died?"
Sun Wukong leaned closer to the token, his monkey eyes widening until they were round.
"It doesn't look simple!"
He reached out, his furry claw about to touch the token.
"Don't rush."
Lu Chen raised a hand to stop him.
His voice was somewhat hoarse, like a dried-up riverbed grinding against itself.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Chen slowly extended his right hand.
His five fingers spread open as he made a grasping motion toward the token from afar.
Buzz—
The token seemed to sense something.
It began to tremble lightly.
The next second—
Whoosh!
The token transformed into a streak of chaotic light, moving so fast that the naked eye could not capture it at all!
It flew into Lu Chen's palm of its own accord!
It felt slightly cool to the touch.
That coolness was not icy, but a calm, profound chill.
It was like holding a piece of ten-thousand-year-old cold jade.
But immediately afterward—
BOOM!!!
A vast information current as boundless as a sea of stars and as deep as the Ruins of Return surged wildly into Lu Chen's Sea of Consciousness like a flood breaking through a dam!
"Ugh!"
Lu Chen let out a muffled groan.
His body shook violently!
Fine beads of cold sweat instantly seeped across his forehead, while the veins