The sharp sound made Steven's heart suddenly jump.
Thud thud!
What was that sound?
The thing he took from the Divine Hall, was it actually an egg?
But if it was offered by the Divine Hall... then what kind of egg could it be?
The Womb of the Divine Spirit?
Or the Angel's Egg?
In the past, he had heard many stories about the misty mountains.
And among all the legends, there was one oldest legend that said:
An ancient Divine Spirit was buried in the misty mountains, and one day it would return to the Mortal Realm.
But because this legend was too old, very few people had heard of it. He found a few words about it in his great-grandfather's study.
At this moment, he felt as if he was holding a giant stone weighing a thousand pounds in his hands.
"..."
Steven's body trembled slightly, but he neither dared to drop the parcel in his arms nor dared to make any rash moves.
