The three reached the final stone platform.
Unlike the first two, the spiritual barrier over this platform was a translucent black, making it difficult to see what lay inside.
Jiang Yang pressed his hand against the stone platform. It felt cold, though not the sort of cold that pierced the bones. Rather, it was a dark chill that seeped from within to without, like a vortex poised to choose someone to devour.
As Tai Pei'er poured in her magic power, she said:
"This Spirit Treasure belongs to the last of the Three Yin—Nether Yin. This path is obscure and unfathomable, beyond perception, and the most mysterious and rare."
"In terms of rarity alone, neither of the other two can compare. Even I can't identify exactly what kind of Spirit Treasure it is."
In her previous life, by the time she arrived here, the day lilies had long since gone cold, so she had never personally seen who obtained the Spirit Treasures.
Yet the conflicts and bloodshed surrounding them had been anything but minor, continuing even outside. The Taiyin and Hui Yin Spirit Treasures here had found owners early on, but the Nether Yin treasure had vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed at all.
Now, though she had gotten here first and luckily glimpsed its true form, she still could not identify it.
After hearing this, Jiang Yang did not dwell on it. It was a Purple Mansion Spirit Treasure regardless, and not recognizing it hardly mattered. That did nothing to diminish its value.
With time pressing, all three increased the magic power they poured in. Soon, the Mystic Shield above began to unravel, revealing the scene within.
Dark, shadowy qi swirled over the stone platform, raising tiny whirlwinds. Black mist spread beneath it, and stalks of