Ning Cheng took a step forward, and the talisman shield immediately enveloped the area where the Dao Rhyme fluctuations were emanating. Before he could begin digging through the hardened layers beneath, waves of motion suddenly rippled outside the talisman shield.
Someone had arrived. Ning Cheng quickly extended his hand downward, and when he raised it again, it now held a piece of pitch-black sand, only the size of a dragon's eye. More precisely, it was a grain of sand shaped exactly like a dragon scale, reduced to the size of a dragon's eye. To call it a miniature dragon scale wouldn't be inaccurate.
A faint yet vast and mighty aura of heaven and earth emanated from it, as if this Dragon Scale Sand contained endless mysteries. Whoever sought its comprehension could undoubtedly advance their cultivation level or divine skills.
"Hand it over to me." A domineering voice sounded, immediately making its way to Ning Cheng's ears.
