"Brother Huai, Brother Huai, there's something you might be interested in." Heavenly Condemnation's voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Oh? What is it?"
"It's right ahead, behind that stone wall. A little trinket."
Hearing Heavenly Condemnation's words, Murong Huai casually walked to the stone wall at the very depths of the royal treasury. He reached out and sensed faint Soul Power fluctuations behind it. With a flick of his finger, a hidden force shattered the disguised stone bricks.
Behind the stone wall lay a black scythe covered in cracks. A deathly gray mist seemed to flow around its blade. However, half of the scythe was missing, leaving only the handle and a small section of the blade. It merely looked frightening.
"This?"
"Yes. Brother Huai, use the Heavenly Eye of Watching Ripples to take a look."
At those words, Murong Huai activated the Heavenly Eye of Watching Ripples and looked at the battered scythe. Piercing through the thin mist to see its essence, he suddenly felt a terrifying figure appear in his mind. Its withered hand, like an old vine, tightly gripped a scythe that glimmered with an icy dark-blue light. An actively beating dark-purple soul crystal was embedded in the crown of its skull. Its sunken eye sockets burned with two ghostfire-like pupils, while soul-devouring black mist swirled around the hem of its black robe. Every wisp that drifted seemed to tug at the surrounding Soul Power.
With a single sweep of the scythe, all things were annihilated. Countless living beings died and became ghosts, submitting to him. He was terrifying and mysterious.
Murong Huai withdrew from the vision, astonished. "Xiao Tian, that just now was..."
"That was a god. As for its strength, it was just so-so. Hmm... it was a little weaker than the god behind