Once everything was ready.
Tang Xuan opened the brocade box according to Xue Xing's instructions, his heart filled with anticipation.
A palm-sized, three-dimensional triangular object radiating crystalline blue light was reflected in Tang Xuan's eyes.
The rippling patterns carved across its surface were incredibly lifelike.
By lifelike, it did not mean they merely resembled real water ripples.
They were alive, brimming with life.
It had to be said, this thing looked genuinely impressive.
Its appearance alone could probably fetch an astronomical price.
It was just hard to imagine that its owner had been such a creepy old bastard.
After examining it for a while,
Tang Xuan put it away.
It felt as though he had merely taken it out to look at when he had nothing better to do.
In truth, that was exactly the case.
In the Original Work,
Tang San, with level sixty-eight Soul Power, Soul Douluo-level Mental Power,
and physical fitness tempered by a Hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring and Soul Bone, had nearly been sucked dry by this thing.
Tang Xuan knew that he was nowhere near as resilient as Tang San had been at that time.
The Heart of the Sea God could gather dust in the Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch for a few more years.
Four years later.
"Bleurgh~"
Tang Xuan was surrounded by a bloody, vicious aura.
His face was deathly pale as he leaned over the windowsill.
He had nearly vomited up his bile.
Ning Rongrong stroked Tang Xuan's back with a pained expression.
Yet the bloody stench on Tang Xuan made her own complexion look rather poor as well.
"In all these years, this is the first time I've seen Tang Xiao Xuan in such a sorry state. Ahahaha..." Dugu Yan laughed without restraint.
She was practically dancing with joy, rocking back