Under the lamp's light, the entire space of the spiritual artifact became incredibly bright, with waves of heat rolling off, as if there were a sun.
Shen Wang glanced at the back of his daughter as she walked out, feeling emotional.
"What a good daughter, found a treasure for her old dad."
Shen Wang was filled with emotion, thinking how having insight makes all the difference. He had thought it was just a broken lamp, an ordinary magical treasure, not expecting it to be of such a high level, likely a spiritual artifact.
He turned back, his gaze falling on it, noticing runes dancing in the flames emitted by the ancient bronze lamp, as if containing the rules of heaven and earth, quite mysterious.
"It's indeed not simple. This thing hasn't unleashed its original power, so it's difficult to see what's special about it."
Shen Wang mused to himself. Upon careful examination, he found that the lamp was not the main point; the focus was on the lamp wick.
