"A severed finger!"
Gu Qingyang's expression changed slightly.
The eerie aura contained on the severed finger before him was the source of everything.
He had always thought that, as Demon Venerable Xuan Yin said, it was a fallen immortal sleeping here.
But now it seemed he was mistaken.
It was not a fallen immortal sleeping here, but rather a severed finger.
"This severed finger should belong to an immortal!"
Gu Qingyang said slowly.
Although it was a severed finger before him, it had existed for countless ages, and the power contained within it was astonishing to him.
Even his Dharma Body, which now rivaled a Quasi-Immortal, felt an illusion of being unable to resist it.
Just one severed finger was already so powerful.
It's hard to imagine.
How terrifying the owner of this severed finger was when alive.
