As for why Tang Chen was so certain, the reason was simple.
There were still faint traces of blood on that jar.
Tang Chen touched the wound on his head. There was no doubt about it-this was the jar that had injured him.
Instinctively, Tang Chen looked up at the sky.
"Damn it, who was so shameless as to throw trash around?!"
"Wait!"
"There's something strange about this jar. It can't be trash."
Once his anger passed, Tang Chen calmed down.
Was his physique ordinary? Even metal or stone striking his head couldn't hurt him in the slightest. How could a jar have cracked his skull?
Puzzled, Tang Chen fished the jar out of the sea.
Immediately, a stream of information flooded his mind, leaving him briefly dazed.
"Is it really that miraculous?"
After a long while, Tang Chen stared incredulously at the jar in his hands.
Simply put, the jar was a tool for transmitting information. With it, he could communicate with an unknown being, and even conduct transactions.
If a transaction succeeded, he might obtain all sorts of treasures...
There was no denying it.
Tang Chen was tempted.
"Good, good, good!"
"Heaven never seals off every path!"
"With such a supreme treasure, as long as my luck holds, restoring my strength will be just around the corner!"
Tang Chen's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
But soon, he found himself in a bind again.
Buying a jar he could open would cost one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins.
He...
Didn't have a single Copper Soul Coin.
After all, given his former status in Slaughter City, money had been utterly unnecessary.
"No matter. Slaughter City has accumulated some reserves over all these years. Together with the Clear Sky Sect's assets, they'll be enough to exchange for the jars I need."