Shen Luo looked at the sunken area on the stone box, moved slightly in his heart, and extended a finger. He tentatively reached into the white light range, sensing a set of cold breath wrapping around his finger, as if probing into river water, and felt no discomfort at all.
Then, he extended his finger a little further down, bringing it closer to the stone box, and the cold sensation became clearer, seeming to emanate from the stone box.
A feeling of dread filled Shen Luo's heart at the chilly atmosphere, and he hesitated.
However, it seemed like the energy from the Yuan Stone was about to be exhausted, and the white light it emitted began to shrink, gradually dimming.
Shen Luo gritted his teeth and, just before the light disappeared, jabbed his finger down forcefully, directly touching the center of the "depression".
The white light that was originally receding seemed to freeze at his touch, becoming motionless.