The Iron Sand slowly dispersed, like a receding black tide, returning to circle around Qi Yun.
A completely misshapen pile of flesh and gore fell to the ground with a wet SPLAT.
Qi Yun's gaze shifted, his eyes landing on a faint, almost unnoticeable glint amidst the sand.
With a flick of his hand, a simple, unassuming ring, ancient in style and made of dark gold, flew out from the pile of gore and into his palm.
To have remained intact under the terrifyingly immense pressure of the Abyssal Iron Sand, without even a single scratch, this ring was clearly no ordinary item.
Qi Yun swept his Divine Sense over it, sensing a resilient and profound protective Dao Rhyme within. Its specific function was unclear for now, but based on its material alone, it was incredibly valuable.
He calmly placed the ring into his Storage Magic Bracelet, deciding to investigate it later.
This was not the time for a detailed examination.
