The buildings around the Spring of Resurrection had been completely swept away. The once tranquil spring water was now shooting skyward, forming a column of water that enveloped a flat, rectangular silver casket.
The clasp of the casket had loosened, opening a narrow crack and leaking an indescribable fluctuation.
The Silver Casket—the most mysterious thing in Chen Rui's understanding.
Even in the eyes of pseudo-god-level powerhouses, the Silver Casket was an object of the fiercest contention. Of the two pseudo-god powerhouses Chen Rui knew in the Demon Realm, Satan had turned his disciple Tiffany into a "key" by sending her into the fourth floor of the Library Pavilion, all to open some mysterious place containing a Silver Casket. Sariel, too, coveted the Silver Casket. He had not hesitated to cast a long line for a big fish, granting Chen Rui the Evil Eye and the badge for summoning a clone.
There was more than one Silver Casket. It was one-seventh of some complete component, yet also one-half—an utterly baffling fact. At present, two Silver Caskets were known. From half a sentence Sariel had inadvertently let slip, Chen Rui had inferred that the Temple of Light on Light Holy Mountain might also possess a Silver Casket. However, the Light Elemental Monarch had once warned him never to set foot in the Temple of Light without the strength of a pseudo-god. That warning had essentially been borne out by the four-winged angel Zehongen and the avatar of the supreme angel Raphael.
Then the Silver Casket had to be connected to the path of the gods—or perhaps it was the key to becoming a god?
Chen Rui had obtained the Silver Casket a long time ago, dating back to when he had searched for the Poison Dragon's treasure in the Gloomy Night Wetland.