Wang Yu looked at the phantom Silver Vial before him, his expression deeply solemn.
On his way to the Setting Sun Sect, he had entered the login interface more than once and had naturally noticed the mysterious talisman's unusual behavior long ago.
The talisman, which had originally rested quietly in his divine sense sea, would actually fly out on its own, beyond his control, after he entered the hall of Taiyuan's login interface.
And that was not all.
As Wang Yu pondered this, he formed a hand seal and released a wisp of divine thought to probe the vial.
The next moment, the phantom vial trembled slightly.
With a soft puff, a stream of silver radiance sprayed from the vial.
Once the silver light faded, a fist-sized sphere of blackish-green liquid appeared in the air.
It was precisely the venom he had previously stored in the Silver Talisman.
This substance was extremely poisonous-the venom of a second-tier demonic insect. Naturally, he could not possibly "create" it out of thin air in the login interface.
Yet this mysterious talisman had brought it directly into the Silver Hall.
That was rather bizarre!
After all, his Storage Bag and Spirit Beast Bag could also store things. Although they still hung at his waist after he entered the login interface, they were nothing more than decorations in its hall.
He could not open either of them at all.
Otherwise, he would have long since brought all his artifact-refining materials, Spirit Elixirs, and spirit medicines from the real world into this place in one great rush.
According to his earlier conjecture, Taiyuan's login interface should have been a virtual space related to mental power. Only things he had personally made, along with their raw materials, could be "replicated" within this space.
It was perfectly normal