"Could this be the Void-Spirit Sarira the old monk once mentioned...?"
Jiang Ye gazed at the glasslike relic amid the dust and carefully picked it up.
It felt warm and smooth in his hand, like jade warmed by the sun.
Chirp, chirp, chirp~~~
Little Fire hopped onto Jiang Ye's palm and circled the bead excitedly, its two pairs of mandibles opening and closing.
The relic seemed to hold a strange attraction for it.
Even Jiang Ye, usually so composed, could not keep a fervent gleam from his eyes as he faced this spiritual treasure capable of storing things.
He had searched through many ancient texts in the Scripture Pavilion, yet none had mentioned such a treasure.
That alone showed how precious it was.
For all he knew, it might be the only one in the entire Zhou Kingdom.
Cautious by nature, Jiang Ye first examined it with Fire Eye.
Yet even Fire Eye, which could discern the finest details, could not see how the relic was constructed inside.
After a moment's thought, Jiang Ye steadied his mind and immersed his consciousness in it.
The next instant.
Boom—
Jiang Ye's consciousness jolted, as though he had pushed open a heavy stone door.
A golden space roughly the size of a courtyard appeared in his mind. Pale golden light formed its entirety, while fine Sanskrit Script patterns flowed across its walls, making it look like a miniature Buddhist pagoda.
Inside lay a long staff, pitch-black with a faint golden sheen, and a curved saber that glimmered with the same pale gold.
They were the very two weapons stolen from him.
Besides them, a jet-black bead resembling obsidian lay in a corner.
It looked exactly like the one that had dropped from the Seven Kill Cult fiend he had killed.
"So that man