There was also a pitch-black mysterious iron inkstone. At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. Occasionally, it would burst with a strand of divine light, revealing a Dragon Soul swimming within. It seemed to bear a weight greater than the world itself, and the surrounding blood fog rumbled, shaking the void.
There was also Treasure Armor radiating a golden, mystical light; copper rings flickering silver; and a Peerless Divine Spear engraved with immortal runes...
This was a land of buried treasures.
Countless ancient Magic Artifacts were buried within the blood fog. The fog, as if sentient, had been refining these Magical Treasures for endless ages, strengthening their divinity and turning them into unparalleled weapons. All of them were at least Earth Immortal Instruments.
Everyone scrambled to claim them, unleashing their Divine Skills. In the chaos, many shrieked as they were sent flying, spitting blood.
