The entire Blood Lake was covered by a thick layer of earth.
A silver gleam, exceptionally clear and bright, instantly caught Jiang Chen's attention.
With a grasping motion, Jiang Chen pulled the silver light through the air. It flew into his palm, revealing a solid silver metal box. "What is this thing?"
The metal box was cold to the touch.
As he held it, a distinct chill spread from his palm.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
He tried to open the metal box, but whether he used True Essence or Divine Thought Power, any attempt to permeate it was like a mud ox entering the sea—completely gone without a trace.
"Strange!"
Extremely puzzled, Jiang Chen looked at the Black Emperor, who was sleeping on his shoulder. "Little Black, wake up. Take a look at this."
"Hmm?"
The Black Emperor lifted his sleepy eyes and glanced at the metal box in Jiang Chen's hand.
