After seeing the expressions on the two faces, Li Yan immediately judged that he was not the only one who had felt something unusual upon seeing those thousands upon thousands of troops. The two across from him had felt the same.
"What kind of art is this? It can actually drive this object in such a way..."
As Li Yan pondered, the moment he saw the clay jar change, a strand of Divine Sense entered its interior. Yet, to his surprise, there was nothing at all inside the jar.
"This art differs from the activation of the warrior statue. Nothing inside the jar has changed, yet the three patterns on its surface have changed.
"But what does that signify? Why does it feel so sinister? After taking just one glance, my heart was filled with killing intent!"
Li Yan's thoughts raced.
At that moment, Elder Hao's Divine Sense also circled the clay jar several times, examining it inside and out, while recalling all the information he had once known about this item...
A few breaths later, the hand seal he had formed dispersed.
Immediately afterward, the image of countless troops vanished from the clay jar in an instant, reverting once more to its three patterns.
The intense killing intent that had filled the air also sank into complete silence.
"It is indeed the Great Ancestor's token. You may put it away now!"
After withdrawing his hand seal, Elder Hao immediately spoke to Li Yan.
The moment he said this, even the expression on Master Lan's face finally softened completely.
Hearing that, Li Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. They had truly acknowledged his identity.
With a wave of his hand, he put away the broken clay jar, though his heart remained full of questions about what had just happened.