Shi Hao's mind was filled with countless thoughts. Through conversations with Shen Ming and Sanzang, the more he understood, the more reverence he felt for the ancient artifact on the altar!
What exactly is this thing? Even the Burial King avoids it with respect; it's indeed rather eerie!
Though it is sacred, emanating nine-colored brilliance that illuminates the entire ancient hall, enveloped in immortal mist interwoven with primal chaos, it nonetheless sends chills down Shi Hao's spine.
Unlike Shen Ming and Sanzang, who fantasize about this object with such fervent eyes, he is extremely apprehensive, constantly feeling that something is amiss.
Even the mighty Burial King is unwilling to approach. This box is far too defiant of the natural order.
Shi Hao thought of many things, each idea making him shiver with a chilling fear. He felt he should leave soon and avoid contact as much as possible with this object!
