After absorbing the holy blood, Lu Yu set off once again.
Following the familiar spatial fluctuations, he stepped closer to returning to that world.
After three spatial traversals, Lu Yu discovered yet another intact object floating in the chaotic stream of time and space—a piece of black decaying wood.
When he tapped the decaying wood with his fingers, a clang clang clang sound echoed as if it was made of metal, and Lu Yu could feel the rigidity resonating back through his fingertips.
Being perfectly preserved in the chaotic spatial currents, there was no doubt it was a treasure.
After carefully sensing it, Lu Yu found that aside from being extremely hard, the black decaying wood seemed to have no other function, and he couldn't identify where it might have come from.
Seizing the decaying wood, Lu Yu swung it a couple of times and realized it would also make a decent weapon to club someone with.
