However, Ye Xuan found a small metal box hidden beneath the central table.
The box contained twenty-four crystal cores.
All of them were above level seven, and each one had thin black lines inside.
There was also a black stone the size of a thumb.
Unlike the crystal cores, it didn't contain ability energy. It gave off the same oppressive feeling as the death energy near the ancient gateway's projection.
Chu Miao reached for it, but Ye Xuan caught her wrist.
"Wait."
She stopped.
Ye Xuan wrapped the stone in spiritual energy before lifting it from the box.
The moment it left the container, a layer of frost appeared over the table.
The room's temperature dropped.
Even Lei Ying, who stood several meters away, felt uncomfortable.
"What is that?"
"Condensed death energy," Chu Miao said.
She had absorbed death energy during cultivation, but it had always been mixed with other forms of energy. This stone was different.
The energy inside was highly concentrated.
