The medallion was incomplete. However, it was surrounded by marks of damage that made it clear that people had tried to take it in the past, but failed. With one look, Yang Qi knew that it was anything but ordinary. In fact, it immediately seemed to latch on to his soul, creating some sort of strange connection to him.

‘That’s definitely a piece of Mahātmā Jade,’ Yang Qi thought. ‘However, it's been sealed by something very powerful. Despite the generations that have passed, no devils have ever realized what it really is. But the Wretch God Apostle got some of the will of the true Wretch God from the god world, thus gaining a bit of information about it. Not even Archmonk Dharma Treasury, with his unfathomable cultivation base, knows what it is. If I can get it, I’ll finally be able to improve my psychic power, without using the psychic scaling systems.’

Yang Qi looked over at the Shepherd, who was performing breathing exercises right in front of the Mahātmā Jade. Every time he inhaled, the...