Ancient Sword

"That is..." Lu Chen's heart stirred. Anything that could remain at the bottom of such extremely deathly spirit fluid without being corroded was surely extraordinary.

After pondering for a moment, he took out the scorpion-tail hook barb of the Spider Scorpion King, which he had only just obtained, from the Mysterious Yellow Creation Gourd.

This thing was made of unusual material, and having long been steeped in deathly energy within the Spider Scorpion King's body, it might be able to withstand the corrosion of the spirit fluid.

He gripped the longer end of the barb and carefully lowered its curved hook tip into the black spirit fluid, trying to prod the dark cyan object.

The moment the hook barb entered the liquid, faint sizzling sounds immediately came from its surface, and a layer of ashen decay began to spread.

Yet it spread far more slowly than it had over that ordinary longsword earlier. Its material was clearly vastly superior.

Lu Chen controlled the hook barb, gently catching the edge of the dark cyan object and slowly lifting it upward.

As the object left the spirit fluid, the black liquid clinging to it slid away, revealing its true form.

It was a palm-sized dark cyan metal fragment, roughly half an inch thick. Its edges were irregular, as though it had broken off from some larger object.

The fragment's surface was covered in intricate, ancient etched patterns. Within those patterns, an extremely faint, gentle spiritual glow flowed—a glow utterly different from the deathly energy surrounding it.

It felt icy cold in his hand, yet it carried none of that chilling, dead stillness. Instead, it gave off a sense of weight, solidity, and the weathered antiquity of something that had endured the ages without wearing away.

"This is... a fragment of some ancient