Guided by the feelings of his heart and intuition, Chen Yu reached into the Hundred Treasures Exquisite Box and grabbed something.
The tactile sensation was unique—flexible yet strong, ice-cold and smooth, almost like the fur or feathers of some animal.
"What is this thing!"
Chen Yu's eyes widened as he stared at the pair of tattered, pitch-black wings in his hand.
The left and right wings were connected as one, stretching out for about an hour in length with numerous tears and damage.
These wings must have been refined by an artifact refiner, yet by touch and sight, they were indistinguishable from the real wings of a bird.
Chen Yu felt a whiff of a wild and ancient aura mixed with an invisible pressure, akin to the Holy Beast Bloodline of the True Dragon Holy Beast.
Moreover,
The faint beating of the mysterious heart seemed to sense a powerful force within these wings—a powerful force that was sealed and dead silent.
