Qin Shaofeng gently stroked the crescent-shaped ornament in the box. When his finger touched one of its pointed tips, a faint prick of pain came from his fingertip.
Lowering his head for a closer look, he found that the crescent-shaped object had effortlessly cut open his fingertip, blood seeping from the wound.
Just then, he felt a mysterious force enter his body and form some kind of connection within his mind.
"This thing... is rather interesting," Qin Shaofeng murmured, curiosity glinting in his eyes.
He realized that this crescent-shaped ornament was no ordinary object. It could so easily pierce his tough skin; it clearly possessed extraordinary power.
But what exactly was this power?
Qin Shaofeng carefully examined the crescent-shaped ornament in his hand, pondering inwardly. An ordinary trinket could never cut my skin so easily, yet this crescent-shaped ornament can do it without effort.
It was inconspicuous, and might even be mistaken for some woman's accessory.
Just as Qin Shaofeng was about to put away the crescent-shaped ornament, an intense wave of dizziness suddenly swept through his mind, as though countless forces were intertwining and surging within it.
"Hiss..." Qin Shaofeng could not help frowning. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the scene before his eyes grew increasingly blurred.
"No!"
"I absolutely cannot faint in the Realm of Fortune!" Qin Shaofeng gritted his teeth and fought to stay conscious.
He knew full well what losing consciousness in this environment would mean.
It might drive him into a desperate dead end!
Qin Shaofeng clenched the crescent-shaped object tightly in one hand while viciously pinching himself with the other, trying to resist the dizziness as he mobilized the power within his body against it.
If he fainted in the Realm of Fortune, then after waking up, he would likely