"Thinking of running away?" Li Qingming looked at the golden relic trying to escape the small world and gave a cold smile, his hand gently waving downwards.
"Buzz!"
A streak of blue light cut through the heavenly vault, arriving instantly below the relic.
It was a black gourd with a flickering edge, on which a golden rune that read "Dao" emitted strange waves.
"What a peculiar gourd!" The burly monk standing at the rear of the monks muttered under his breath, staring at the Qiankun Gourd that blocked the path of the relic golden core.
"Whoosh!"
The lid of the gourd opened, and an immense suction force burst forth before the relic golden core could react, sucking it in instantly.
The next moment, the Qiankun Gourd clinked incessantly, and tranquility engulfed the surroundings as thousands of monks stared intently at the black gourd, the atmosphere tense.
