Five-colored glazed fruit!

"A storage ring?"

Ye Chen's mind moved. He pulled at the air and immediately took the ring into his hand. The divine consciousness on it had long dissipated.

He scanned it with his divine sense and immediately revealed a disappointed look. The space in the storage ring had long collapsed, causing many things to rot.

However, there was a token that looked like it was made of black iron. The token was only the size of a palm, and it had the words 'Tian can' written on it.

"This is the language of the spirit world."

Ye Chen's eyes were moved. He looked at the token in his hand."Could it be that this person was a powerful being in the spiritual realm before he was born?"

"Tian can ..."

His eyes flashed as he thought about the two words. Then, he seemed to have thought of something,""Could it be the demonic sect of the spiritual realm?"