Having said that, the man took out a hollow glass tube and raised it above his head.
The thing was nearly as thick as half an arm, with a metal cube fixed at each end. Judging from the craftsmanship alone, it was clearly not any product of a heretical cult, but a very exquisite industrial item—the glass was clear and bright, of high quality; the cubes were purplish-gold, perhaps made of a copper-iron alloy, with a matte finish on the surface, and it seemed they were engraved with many spells.
Even heretical cults were keeping up with the times.
Chaoyang, observing from a distance through the player's vision, couldn't help but sigh.
The man showed the glass tube and then inserted one end into the jar on the gypsum pillar. Only then did Chaoyang notice that there was a seal in the middle of the jar that held the brain, and the cube fit perfectly into it.
