Realizing he had gained control of the Xian Origin Land and possessed a unique, exceptional quality within it, Yang An immediately came up with an idea.
Beside the campfire, Fu Ming was still quietly waiting for Yang An's response, but Yang An had been silent for some time.
Just then, Yang An lifted a hand, pulled open his shirt, and suddenly plunged his other hand into his own chest. Blood immediately gushed from the wound, streaming down his body.
"Junior Brother, what is this?"
Fu Ming's face was a mask of confusion. He didn't understand what Yang An was doing or why he would suddenly harm himself.
Yang An paid him no mind. With his chest torn open, he picked up the Moon Talisman and stuffed it inside the cavity.
He could have inflicted the pain on himself, of course. After all, it was his soul that had entered this place, not his physical body.
