Then, whether it was a trick of the eye or not, he felt the stele rapidly shrinking. In the blink of an eye, it shrank from over a hundred feet tall to the size of his palm, and it seemed to possess some kind of spiritual intelligence.
As he reached out to touch it, it hummed softly, and the wisp of Profound Yellow Mother Qi trembled.
He was instantly struck as if by lightning, as if a great mountain had slammed into him. His body was sent flying, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
"This thing has likely developed its own spirit. It doesn't seem to be something you drew out. You'd best not touch it carelessly…"
"Divine Objects have spirits. They choose their own masters," Old Ghost said, his voice filled with shock.
Ye Ming struggled to his feet. He heard the words, but they were difficult to believe, let alone accept.
'This wasn't something I drew out? And this ancient stone stele has its own spirit?'
