Lin Changheng flipped his hand, revealing the piece of wood. The object in his palm was now a world apart from the unremarkable piece of "charcoal" it once was!
The deathly, charred-black color that had once covered it completely was now mostly gone. Only about thirty percent remained, clinging stubbornly like a mottled old scab.
The seventy percent of the main body that was revealed after shedding this "charred shell" had recovered its mysterious and profound dark-azure hue!
This dark-azure color was far from monotonous. Upon closer inspection, the wood's surface was covered in countless fine, intricate natural patterns.
It emanated a profound aura of antiquity, vastness, and immortality.
The entire piece of wood was still surprisingly heavy in his hand, but its texture had transformed from rough and lifeless to warm and smooth, like jade.
