The sky was overcast, and the ice and snow howled. The wood in the fireplace crackled, the fire danced, and the room was warm. Several people gathered around eight Stone Tools, preparing to cut them open.
"All of you, step back a bit." Ye Fan signaled the others to retreat. Although more than ten thousand years had passed, these stones still contained some eerie power.
CRACK!
The first Stone Tool was cut open, and some gray powder, like sand, spilled out from its core onto the ground.
"What is this?" They leaned in closer, exchanging glances, unable to discern its nature.
"This must have been something valuable, but its enormous Qi has been absorbed, leaving only powder. Otherwise, it might have been a divine object capable of reviving the dead and regrowing flesh on bones."
Even Ye Fan couldn't determine what it was, but there was no need to delve further as it had already lost its value.