At the center of the dazzling torrent, three clusters of spiritual light stood out above all.
Tens of thousands of powerful Spirit Artifacts swirled around them like ministers paying homage to their king. They had long transcended the bounds of Divine Artifacts and entered the ranks of Sacred Artifacts.
An axe, a mirror, and a ruler.
The giant axe seemed cast from bronze, its surface covered in mottled marks, like a weapon that had cleaved open the heavens.
The stone mirror was extremely rough, its design plain and unadorned, exuding a primordial, untamed aura.
The ancient ruler was pitch-black, without a trace of another color, as though it had absorbed all light.
Quasi-Sacred Objects. This was all the life-bound Spirit Soldiers of the God Pavilion Master, an old-established overlord of the Northern Realm, amounted to.
Yet Mu Chen did not rush to take them. His senses were still sweeping the area.
He refused to believe that this Ancient Treasure-Hoarding Beast, a High-Grade Spirit Artifact Master whose skill in refining artifacts was close to the Grandmaster realm, had never forged a true Sacred Artifact.
He opened the true Mind's Eye, observing all things with his heart and casting a Heavenly Net over the area.
At last, a faint, obscure fluctuation reached him.
In the depths of the darkness, a round black orb shaped like an eyeball—a powerful, bead-like spiritual treasure—radiated an overwhelming aura. In a panic, it fled deeper into the torrent, trying to hide.
A true Sacred Artifact! A Low-grade Sacred Object that had developed a consciousness!
Mu Chen's immense Spirit Soul will instantly formed a net and swept toward the black eyeball. The startled Sacred Artifact tried to flee, but its movements only betrayed its location. It was caught on the spot.
The net of spiritual will tightened inch