"Seriously? You're saying this little thing is the Investiture of the Gods?!"
Zheng Zha had noticed it too. Staring at the USB drive in Zhang Qi's hand, he asked with an incredulous expression.
The Investiture of the Gods? An ultimate ancient causality weapon? It was actually this tiny little thing?
That was just absurd.
"That's right. Chu Xuan's replica used some method to seal away this magical treasure's true nature."
Zhang Qi nodded, ignoring the look on Zheng Zha's face that plainly said, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
In his palm, pale golden runes began to revolve, like rings of intricate gears made of light silently meshing and turning.
The next moment, the exquisite jade USB drive, delicate as a work of art, melted in his hand.
Like butter exposed to an invisible flame, it flowed into liquid light, reassembled itself, and finally spread out over his hand, turning into—a newspaper.
A yellowed, crudely printed newspaper that looked as if the wind atop the mountain could blow it away at any moment.
"Uh... this really is the Investiture of the Gods?"
At the sight of that newspaper, Zheng Zha's face showed a clear, "You're bullshitting me," expression.
This thing had even less technological sophistication than the USB drive just now—
"Uh..."
Luo Yinglong's eye twitched violently.
He had imagined countless forms for an ancient spiritual treasure. It might have been an archaic scroll, a mysterious diagram, or a decree gleaming with golden light.
But he had never imagined it would be an evening paper that looked as though someone had casually picked it up from some remote newsstand.
Let alone associating this thing with the title "ultimate causality weapon," it did not even look sturdy enough to use as a table-leg support.
"A magical treasure's appearance changes according to its