Li Qiye couldn’t be any more meticulous while checking this wooden box in his hand. He would caress it and try to feel something different than all others.

This box was simply indecipherable. Its previous owner was a clan with many powerful characters throughout the year, but none managed to figure it out.

In the end, the clan fell into ruin and had to sell the box. Li Qiye wasn’t too sure about the box but he was aware of the legends.

“Purewood Divine Emperor, I hope you’re not just messing with the world this time.” He tapped the box and said.

In an ancient era, there were stories about how this emperor had left items to...