Before long, Jiang Chen burned the dozen or so Fierce Soul-level Sacrificial Offering Prototypes he had acquired all at once, and his injuries finally began healing at a visible rate.
"Just where did this damned thing come from?"
Only then did he have the time to take a few more looks at that crystalline leg bone.
The injuries it inflicted were far too difficult to heal. This was not merely a matter of spending a dozen or so sacrificial offerings. Jiang Chen had also used a large handful of rare healing elixirs, some of which had cost him hundreds of thousands of ghost qi to enhance.
The Sacrificial Offering Prototypes helped heal his injuries, but their main role was to catalyze the medicinal effects.
In other words, healing these injuries had cost him hundreds of thousands of ghost qi, nearly twenty sacrificial offerings, and a large batch of precious elixirs in total.
"It flew out from the deepest part of the Wangchuan River's bed. Could this be a bone left behind by one of the immortals and gods of the past?"
A thought occurred to Jiang Chen that gave even him quite a fright.
His guess was not entirely unfounded, though. The injuries the leg bone had inflicted on him were only one aspect. Its true strength lay in how it had blocked a Supreme Powerhouse's full-force strike without him channeling any power into it.
That was truly terrifying.
After all, Supreme Powerhouses were the highest pinnacle known in human history so far, the beings closest to Yin Gods.
A leg bone that had lain dormant for who knew how long, scoured by the waters of the Wangchuan River for thousands upon thousands of years, had easily blocked a strike from such a powerhouse.
Jiang Chen felt that even a