Ji Ziyue's words had just fallen when the scenery around them instantly transformed.
The previously oppressive atmosphere was replaced by a wave of warm, radiant light.
The words "Life" and "Death" seemed to vanish as if they had never existed, replaced by the sight before them—a glowing treasure box emitting a gentle luminance stood quietly in front of them.
Gu Sheng's heart stirred as he gazed at the box.
"There must be a Holy Treasure inside!"
Gu Sheng's eyes lit up with excitement.
Ji Ziyue also took notice immediately.
Clearly, she was just as intrigued by the sudden appearance of the treasure box.
Almost uncontrollably, the two of them stepped forward toward the box.
However, just as they were about to reach it, Gu Sheng felt the green copper block in his Bitter Sea begin to tremble violently.
"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."
The green copper block always seemed to guide him at critical moments.
