His gaze was resolute, and he had already made up his mind; no matter what, they must uncover the secret of this box.
Ye Qingchen stood before the altar, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his hands, gathering a surge of spiritual power in his palms. The spiritual power formed a faintly flickering orb, containing immense energy, subtly emitting a touch of golden light, dispelling the surrounding chill.
Ye Qingchen's eyes were steadfast as he slowly pushed the spiritual power towards the box shrouded in demonic qi, attempting to drive away that eerie black-purple demonic qi with his spiritual power.
As the spiritual power approached, the demonic qi seemed to sense a threat and immediately became more intense. The layer of black-purple fog suddenly churned, as if a swarm of disturbed venomous snakes, coiling tightly around the box, forming an impenetrable barrier.
