"What, an artifact!"
"Σ(⊙▽⊙"a!"
"Holy shit (‵o′)!" Ethan barely kept himself from shouting aloud.
For years, the system had rewarded him with rare herbs, top-tier elixirs, the odd spiritual weapon. But this—this was another level entirely.
He stared at the palm-sized clock, still marvelling at its weight.
He was no stranger to rare treasures. Even the renowned Empyrean artifacts—those creations that stood a rank above heavenly-tier treasures—were seldom seen in the world. And a true artifact, a divine weapon? That was something out of legend.
People claimed they existed, but for ten thousand years in the Skyreach Territory, not so much as a glimpse had been recorded.
His hands trembled slightly.
Even the most ancient hidden families only retained a single Empyrean weapon, passed down and worshipped for centuries like a guardian deity.
Above that? Only whispers and rumors in ancient texts.
