As the crystal-clear bead was removed, the brilliance of the stone tablet gradually dimmed, and the tremors within the secret realm subsided accordingly. However, this calm did not bring a genuine sense of safety; instead, it made the surrounding atmosphere even more eerie.
Chen Haotian stood before the stone tablet, the bead in his hand emitting a warm radiance, like a beacon soothing the soul. He closed his eyes, feeling the surging energy within the bead—an ancient aura carrying the weight of wisdom and history.
"What on earth is this bead?" Su Wanqing managed to stand up, her gaze filled with doubt. Her spiritual energy had not yet recovered, but her eyes remained sharp.
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