The artifact furnace opened.
Along with a surge of all manner of scents, icy coldness, and other motley auras pouring out, a folding fan seemingly forged entirely from ice slowly rose from within.
Countless patterns were carved upon the folding fan, making anyone who glanced at it feel the urge to claim it for themselves.
"This folding fan can truly be called a Radiant Divine Weapon. Not bad—truly not bad." Mo Ya braced himself, trying to stand.
Yet before he could even get up, he plopped back down on the ground.
Clearly, this round of refining had pushed his expenditure to the absolute limit.
In truth, it was not only him.
Qin Shaofeng had overexerted the Power of Space and was also in a period of weakness.
Given their weakened condition, if anyone became greedy for this folding fan, they would likely have no ability whatsoever to recover it.
Fortunately, everyone present shared the same mindset.
As long as they could leave this damned Endless Prison.
Even if they had to sell their lives to the other party, they would not care. How could a mere treasure possibly stir their greed?
Li Naling merely adjusted her breathing for a moment before taking the folding fan.
She activated her blood energy.
Her entire body abruptly vanished into thin air.
Driven by curiosity.
Qin Shaofeng likewise injected blood energy into it, immediately sensing that this folding fan was far more than a mere Space Treasure.
If used properly, it seemed to be a weapon even more formidable than his Ghost Melody.
Yet that was not what he wanted to test right now.
With a shift of consciousness, he felt a wave of spatial fluctuations emanate from the folding fan and envelop his entire body.
The next instant, he was teleported into a