A hand lifted the brick, took another careful look, and another hand extended a finger, the tip flashing with green light, lightly touching the surface of the brick.
Immediately, a layer of white, misty spiritual light rippled out like waves.
Han Li smiled and nodded his head.
According to Feng Zhen, this blue brick was no ordinary object but rather similar to a storage pouch Magic Artifact. However, the artifact could only be opened with a specific set of incantations; otherwise, if forcibly opened with brute force, the items inside would instantly turn to ash.
Han Li, of course, had received the Oracular Formula from the dying Feng Zhen. He then started chanting a spell incantation softly, and from his mouth, a burst of green light containing flashing runes spurted out, striking the blue brick and covering it.
