The Winter of Year 9661

Xue Ying stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Being able to conjure treasures from the void?

From the distorted void, two treasures appeared. One of them was a ring, from which an abundant vitality emitted, giving him the feeling that there was an endless invigorating life force within. He had a vision of grass sprouting up amongst the stones on the ground, and trees taking root, stretching towards the sky. This feeling of life force even affected Xue Ying’s mood.

So formidable, this treasure can even affect my spirit. Inwardly, Xue Ying was shocked. Looking at the other treasure, it was a greenish grey wristband. It looked so ordinary that if the Palace Head had not brought it out, Xue Ying would not have realised that it was something unique and considered it as trash.