In a quiet room, Jiang Dali sat cross-legged, the Evil Emperor Relic quietly lying between his palms.
At this moment, holding the relic, strange waves akin to spiritual power emanated from it.
Jiang Dali felt as if his mind was overwhelmed with the sounds of a terrifying and fierce battle, depicting an ancient battlefield, blood flowing like rivers, and corpses strewn all over.
He knew well enough that these were merely illusions caused by the residual mixed energy left by past Evil Emperors.
In his previous life, when he obtained this artifact, it was sealed in a mercury-filled bronze pot, isolating all waves.
Now, holding the relic in his hands, naturally, he could easily sense its evil nature.
If an ordinary person held this Evil Emperor Relic for a while, their spirit would likely soon be attacked by these illusory evil energies, driving them mad and causing them to go astray.
However, Jiang Dali was unconcerned with this level of spiritual assault.
