Published: December 28, 2024
This clay pot clearly comes from an ancient tribe, lacking any sense of artistry, merely appearing rugged and ancient. It is etched with some patterns, quite crude, as if a group of strange ancient tribesmen were performing a ritual.
However, as the old man mentioned, there is indeed a special aura within this clay pot. But, every item at this stall unearthed from the ancient ruins carries this aura. The clay pot isn't particularly powerful, the only notable thing is that it is relatively intact, at least the pot body isn't visibly cracked, though the pot mouth is missing.
"That's right, young man, are you interested in this treasure?" The old man said, drooping his eyelids.
"May I have a look?"
Qin Chen frowned. This special power was quite peculiar, and he needed to understand it before heading to the desolate ruins to save someone.
"Take it, but you can only look at it for one breath's time."
The old man handed the clay pot to Qin Chen. As soon as Qin Chen's hand touched the pot, the Sky Patch Hammer inside his body trembled.
Vaguely, Qin Chen seemed to sense an ancient altar.
It was a majestic altar, reaching up to the heavens, like gods and demons, standing tall and vast between the sky and earth.
But the next moment, the phantom before Qin Chen vanished as if he'd seen nothing.
"Alright, time's up."
The old man took back the clay pot.
Qin Chen was inwardly startled. No matter what this clay pot was, it could stir the Sky Patch Hammer. Initially, Qin Chen only wanted to perceive the aura of the ancient ruins, but now he couldn't help but be moved.
"Alright, I'll buy this clay pot, one Earth Saint ancient vein, right? Take it." Qin Chen tossed out a storage ring and took the mysterious clay pot.
"Thank you, thank you..."
The old man was delighted to see the item sold. He accepted the storage ring and put it away immediately. "An Earth Saint vein can buy a longevity pill."
"By the way, dear friend, is there anything else you need? I can sell it to you at a lower price."
The old man sensed a big customer and kept recommending things to Qin Chen.
However, as Qin Chen perceived the other items, none of them triggered the Sky Patch Hammer or revealed the altar again. They only contained traces of special power, but such power was of no use to Qin Chen.
This made Qin Chen feel even more that the clay pot was mysterious.
"This clay pot is quite strange, perhaps a special item worth researching. But I can't waste time here now, I'll study it thoroughly later."
Playing with the mysterious clay pot in hand, Qin Chen injected it with Saint Yuan, but it didn't react at all, just an ordinary object.
However, the material used to make the clay pot was quite rare. Even though Qin Chen had acquired the Sky Patch Technique, he couldn't recognize it right away. The forging technique was also peculiar, not resembling human craftsmanship.
After calculating for a while without figuring out the clay pot's function, Qin Chen stopped pondering and went straight to the location of the Ancient God Alliance.
This was a building resembling a temple, the location of the Ancient God Alliance.
People coming in and out of the building were all prominent figures, at least world-class Earth Saints.
Qin Chen, exuding a terrifying aura, stepped inside. This aura immediately drew the attention of those inside.
Therefore, as soon as Qin Chen entered, a few disciples from the Ancient God Alliance approached him, examined Qin Chen, and politely said, "Senior, is this your first time at our Ancient God Alliance? Are you looking to buy something? Or sell a treasure?"
"I'm here to find someone. Is Qiu Shui Zhenren of your Ancient God Alliance around?" Qin Chen asked directly.
"You're here to find Qiu Shui Zhenren?"
These people were startled. Qiu Shui Zhenren was the deputy leader of their Ancient God Alliance, not someone to be underestimated. However, not just anyone could see Qiu Shui Zhenren.
While they hesitated, suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from Qin Chen, instantly suppressing them. They felt like they were seeing endless Asuras and purgatory, feeling as if their souls might scatter. Cold sweat dripped down their bodies.