The golden light landed in his hand. Jiang Feng took one look and saw that it was a square object, about the size of a Rubik's Cube.
Before they had time to examine it closely, the two exchanged a glance. Mu Guiqing grabbed Jiang Feng, and with a thought, countless longswords condensed in the air, converging, intertwining, and spiraling skyward.
Thick volcanic ash drifted down, blanketing everything within sight.
Suddenly, the earth trembled, and a streak of white light tore through the thick volcanic rock covering the ground.
The white light shot into the sky. Only upon closer inspection did they realize it was formed from countless gathered longswords.
Immediately afterward, two figures leaped out from underground—it was Mu Guiqing and Jiang Feng.
The two looked down to see the ground below abruptly cave in, leaving behind an enormous depression.
Jiang Feng sighed. "That was close. We nearly got buried alive."
But Mu Guiqing's attention was on Jiang Feng's hand. "Let's see what you got."
Jiang Feng held out his hand and carefully inspected the square "Rubik's Cube."
Its surface was covered in dense, intricate patterns.
Jiang Feng and Mu Guiqing exchanged a glance. Both of them seemed to have guessed it: this was the divine relic itself.
Only now, the divine relic had shrunk, becoming a box in Jiang Feng's hand.
What Mu Guiqing could not understand was why the box she had been unable to grasp no matter how she reached for it had so easily fallen into Jiang Feng's hands.
Just as the two were preparing to study the box properly, a violent disturbance suddenly erupted from the direction of the volcano.
They both turned their heads. Empowering their eyes with divine power, their gazes barely pierced through the dense falling volcanic ash, and they saw a