After racing all the way, Ye Lin finally reached the highest point. The moment he stepped onto the altar, the suppressive force on his body abruptly vanished.
Before him stood an enormous altar, with more than a dozen black pillars on either side. Each pillar was engraved with obscure, enigmatic patterns.
Above them were two snarling statues. At the very center of the statues sat a black table, upon which a black box rested securely.
At the sight of the black box, Ye Lin inwardly steadied himself, then slowly made his way toward it.
Looking at the black box before him, Ye Lin extended his hand. But just as he was about to touch it, a silver glint flashed through his eyes. With a thought, Ye Lin swiftly pulled his hand back.
The silver light spun once before Ye Lin's eyes before returning to a point some distance beside him.
Turning around, he saw that Shen Junxue had long since been standing in the distance, a curved blade in her hand.
That streak of silver light from earlier had been this curved blade.
"This is not something you should take. Leave now."
Shen Junxue spoke slowly, her tone brooking no doubt.
She walked toward Ye Lin step by step, and the atmosphere around them instantly grew incomparably heavy.
"Why can't I take it? Treasures under heaven belong to those with fate and those with strength. As it happens, I possess both."
After saying that, Ye Lin reached for the black box. This thing had been ownerless to begin with. If one wanted to be precise, since it was a Weird Sacred Relic, then it belonged to the weirdness.
You count as a thief too, yet now you're blaming me instead.
"It's mine."
Seeing that Ye Lin was about to touch