Xiao Mu stared at the sculpted image intently for a moment, as spiritual light emanated from it.
Unable to resist, he approached the sculpted image and reached out to touch it.
An unusual feeling came from his palm; the mud-crafted sculpted image surprisingly gave him the sensation of touching flesh and blood.
Xiao Mu was taken aback and retracted his hand quickly.
This was undoubtedly a genuine divine spirit's sculpted image, but its head had been chopped off causing severe damage, making it impossible to discern what kind of divine spirit it was.
Furthermore, because the sculpted image was damaged, the spiritual light that covered the area had retreated to just over an inch from the exterior of the sculpted image.
"This is a divine spirit, a true divine spirit!"
He Meng had already become dumbfounded, his eyes fixated on the broken sculpted image, murmuring to himself incessantly.
