After discovering this anomaly, the two most isolated among Wang Qi's several avatars immediately struck the ground with their backhands, smashing through the rock layer to inspect what lay beneath.
Or rather... was this exactly as expected?
What lay below was also the wreckage of magical artifacts.
They were not even the same kind of artifact. Many were bladed weapons, strange and bizarre in shape, the sort that would probably be classified in Divine Province as unconventional weapons. As for some others, Wang Qi could not even identify their original forms—because many such things simply did not exist in human society.
After all, the original forms of many magical artifacts were everyday tools. Although structures such as levers and inclined planes were universal throughout the cosmos, the vastly different physiological conditions of different races meant that everyday objects could likewise differ as greatly as heaven and earth.
Nail clippers were tools designed on the principle of the lever. But for a species without a hard keratin layer, it would be difficult to understand why such a thing needed to exist.
Wang Qi poked at them with his hand. These artifacts felt "heavy." Not heavy in the gravitational sense; rather, some invisible force bound them in place, preventing them from leaving the whole. Wang Qi tried interfering with spatial spells, but gained nothing. It seemed this restraint was based on electromagnetic force.
Between the gaps of the magical treasures were things resembling roots.
Wang Qi's two avatars pulled out a few and put them in their mouths to chew.
Fortunately, they were not shockingly awful—just ordinarily awful. Honestly, Wang Qi had yet to learn the Dragon Clan's ability to find even shit fragrant.
He reached a conclusion. The roots in different places came from the same plant.
Though these magical treasures