"What is this?"
Lin An held the item that Witch An Qi had burst forth with, looking it over from left to right, but he was somewhat baffled.
It somewhat resembled a stone carving of cloud patterns, but when touched, it had the elasticity and toughness of an animal's heart.
The item was not static, with specks similar to sparks on charcoal constantly moving across it, emitting an orange-red glow.
However, this orange-red color was different from the glow signifying vitality during Furnace Operation; it looked more sinister.
From the perspective of rhythm...
It appeared extremely suppressed and restrained, yet within this extreme constraint, it seemed so eager to move, as if it might burst open at any moment.
"This..."
"What a strong sense of déjà vu!"
Lin An exclaimed in surprise, reminded of the emotions that had surged up when he had tapped into that segment of memory just moments ago.
Within the excessive suppression of timidity, a vicious rage was brewing.
