A few minutes later, Pan Long surfaced from the river and climbed onto the bank, soaked through like a drenched chicken.
He held the Cicada-Wing Saber in one hand and the scroll-shaped magical treasure in the other. He looked around. The banners still stood scattered across the ground, but the Monsters were nowhere to be seen.
"They ran? Clever of them!"
He smiled and shook his head, with no intention of chasing them.
He was confident he could beat those Monsters in a fight. They had set a trap and imprisoned him in an Illusion Realm, yet they had failed to kill him. Instead, he had struck back and taken them down. In a head-on fight, he would certainly win.
But he was exhausted, and he truly had no time to spare.
First, he pulled up the banners one by one and put them away, broken ones included. They were all treasures. Though he did not yet know how to use them, if he could figure them out, they could become a genuine trump card.
Then he found a rock and sat down, resting in the sun while he studied the scroll.
The treasure was remarkable. At first glance, it looked like a Scroll Painting filled with murky chaos, as though there were nothing inside. But on closer inspection, the chaos within was constantly flowing. It seemed on the verge of gathering together, yet never quite could.
It was as if... it lacked something to serve as its core.
Pan Long examined the scroll closely. After thinking for a while, he tried feeding True Qi into it.
The True Qi flowed in like a clay ox sinking into the sea. There was no response at all.
He thought for a moment, then tried feeding in Magic Power.
It was the