World Origin Stone

At this time, in front of this bustling stall, Lin Ming's entire mind seemed to have been drawn to the utterly unremarkable black object in his hand.

He slowly rubbed the pad of his finger over its rough, icy surface. It did not feel purely like stone. Instead, it carried a strange, sluggish sensation, as if it could absorb all Light Rays and perception.

Moreover, its weight far surpassed anything of the same size Lin Ming had ever come into contact with. If not for his profound cultivation, he would probably have found it somewhat strenuous to hold with physical strength alone.

At this moment, Lin Ming's brows were still slightly furrowed. This was not an act, but because he had truly immersed himself in perception. His powerful Soul Power was like the finest carving knife, scanning the inside and outside of the object again and again.

However, the result still did not change at all. This object's internal structure was compact to an inconceivable degree. When his Soul Power probed inside, it was like a clay ox entering the sea. Not only could it not penetrate in the slightest, it could not even capture the faintest feedback, as if this really was nothing more than the most unremarkable stone.

The stall owner, that bearded man, saw Lin Ming staring at it with such focus. A trace of barely perceptible anticipation flashed through his eyes as he raised his voice and added loudly, "How about it, young brother? Don't be fooled by how black and ugly it is. Its hardness is definitely this!"

The man gave a thumbs-up before continuing, "I used all my strength and couldn't even leave a mark on it."

Hearing this, Lin Ming raised his head, and a timely touch of curiosity toward the unknown, along