Lao Mo said, "One per person is enough. I have no use for the extra one, so keep it as a souvenir. You might need it someday."
"One per person? A souvenir?"
Though puzzled, Lin Yi still reached out to take the two scales.
Each scale alone was the size of a palm, like flawless, polished jade, nothing like something from any known scaled creature.
Seeing the scales brought many things to mind at once, such as the "Mystical Genealogy" Li Huiyuan had mentioned. If these things were not man-made, they could only have come from one of those so-called Mystical Creatures.
The instant his fingertips touched the scales, he experienced a strange sensation. At that moment, everything seemed to slow down, and even the light around him dimmed.
His "advanced perception" triggered instinctively, but not because of some unknown danger. Instead... it was purely enhancing his perception.
"Hum..."
An indescribably strange aura rippled out along his fingertips. Everything around him felt unreal. The already dim, indistinct light and shadows grew hazy, while certain ripples instead became increasingly tangible.
Was this "visual hallucination," a drop between layers, or... something else?!
He shifted his gaze from the scales and saw Lao Mo's figure clearly, but apart from him, he could see nothing.
Everything around him was erased by those tangible ripples. The surrounding scenery vanished bit by bit, leaving only pitch-black emptiness beneath their feet, while ripples began spreading outward from where they stood.
Pitch darkness surrounded them, with nothing but surging, deathly white fog remaining, as though the two of them had arrived on the surface of a calm, black lake shrouded in boundless fog.
For a moment, this bizarre visual hallucination left Lin Yi unable to tell what was happening.
But he had a peculiar premonition: it seemed that