A treasure capable of directly overawing the Primordial Spirit would naturally be worth far more, in value and every other respect.
He continued examining the little bell in his palm.
The bell's inner wall was entirely different from its outer wall.
The outer wall was dull, with faint patterns showing through, while the inner wall was smooth as a mirror, bright enough to reflect a face.
Something was faintly reflected in that mirrorlike inner wall. It was not Ye Lin's reflection, but a stretch of chaos—a chaos from before heaven and earth had opened, before all things were born.
Within that chaos, something seemed to be taking shape, growing, waiting for the moment it would break free of its cocoon.
"The inside of this bell forms a world of its own."
"I once probed it with my divine sense, but the moment I touched the inner wall, a gentle force pushed me back."
"That force wasn't domineering, yet it was irresistible, like the laws of heaven and earth, which brook no violation."
The old man's voice came from behind him, tinged with awe.
"I suspect the bell's true power has yet to be fully uncovered."
"Whatever is sealed inside it, or whatever is growing there—that is the real reason it is called an Innate Spirit Treasure."
Ye Lin turned the little bell over and looked at its top.
At the top was a small loop shaped like a coiled hornless dragon.
Though tiny, the creature had been carved with exquisite detail: scales, whiskers, claws, and horns were all there.
Two rice-grain-sized gems were set into its eyes, one black and one white. Their stark contrast made them look like the circulating forces of yin and yang.
The loop had two small holes for threading a cord through to hang the