Xu Tong could not make sense of it, but from what he could observe, the sphere seemed to be nothing more than an inanimate object, without consciousness or any threat.
But whether it posed a threat or not, he was now somewhat afraid to touch it.
Eerie.
That was his first impression.
And just as that thought occurred to him, the object continued to change.
It began to lose its spherical shape, transforming into a prism.
In the end, it became a hexagonal crystal.
The crystal was transparent. The moment Xu Tong saw it, the word "miracle" surfaced spontaneously in his mind.
That seemed to be the crystal's effect.
It was a feeling, yet also a kind of information conveyed by the Dao.
It was miracle, possibility, and change. The crystal had never possessed a fixed shape; only because Xu Tong had seen it had it finally assumed its present form.
Should I take it?
Xu Tong held out his hand, and the crystal flew over on its own, settling into his palm.
It feels solid to the touch, Xu Tong thought.
It felt cold. His magic power could not enter the crystal, nor could he gain anything from it.
After some thought, Xu Tong put the crystal away. Once he had secured it, he decided to return.
He would head back to the Primordial World first and study the crystal properly.
He did not know exactly what the crystal did, but he knew that anything capable of drawing him to it had to be a treasure seldom seen in the world.
Moreover, he could sense a familiar aura emanating from it, one very much like the aura of the Primordial World.
He had reason to suspect that the crystal was connected to the Primordial World-or rather, that the Primordial