A mask?
He Pingsheng was somewhat surprised!
He had imagined that this Immortal Artifact might be a divine spear, a sword, or some defensive shield.
But he had never imagined that what he would finally receive was a bronze mask.
He Pingsheng took the bronze mask into his hands. Its surface was mottled with rust.
It felt slightly cool to the touch and heavy in his hands.
He Pingsheng sent a wisp of his magic power into it.
Hum, hum, hum...
Azure light immediately blazed from the Immortal Artifact, and layer upon layer of restrictions emerged.
It had a full forty-two layers of restrictions.
In the Spirit Realm, the highest-ranked Magical Treasures were [Mystic Heaven Spirit Treasures], which had between twenty-nine and thirty-two layers of restrictions.
Following that progression, something one grade above a Mystic Heaven Spirit Treasure would have thirty-three to thirty-six layers of restrictions.
An Immortal Artifact two grades above a Mystic Heaven Spirit Treasure should have between thirty-seven and forty layers of restrictions.
An Immortal Artifact three grades above a Mystic Heaven Spirit Treasure would have between forty-one and forty-four layers.
No wonder the Dragon Race called this a third-grade Immortal Artifact.
By the Spirit Realm's standards, this should be a middle-grade specimen among third-grade Immortal Artifacts.
"What does this thing do?" He Pingsheng asked, looking at Ao Cheng.
Smiling, Ao Cheng answered cautiously, "Well... Fellow Daoist He, to tell you the truth, our Dragon Race doesn't know either!"
"Ever since we brought it down from Ethereal Mountain, no one has been able to refine it!"
"Perhaps the rules of the Immortal Realm differ from those of our Spirit Realm. We can't refine even a single layer!"
He Pingsheng was dumbfounded. Well, damn. So you're giving me something you can't use.
"Fellow Daoist He!" Ao Cheng hurriedly