The lamp, resembling a small lantern, was about twelve or thirteen centimeters in height with a full-bodied design. Cast from an unknown black metal, it connected to a chain at its top, ending in a large ring, easily held in hand.  0

"How does this work?" Wang Xuan weighed it, finding it surprisingly heavy. He mused that a direct hit on an opponent's head could create a bloody wound. Intricate patterns adorned the lamp, including ancient designs of birds and beasts, with a small arrow engraving at the center catching his eye.0

Injecting some transcendent matter, the lamp faintly glowed, showing some reaction. Through repeated attempts, he gradually deciphered the exotic artifact's usage; it wasn't complex but required the infusion of transcendent matter accumulated within.0

In an era where myths decayed, such objects would degrade to mundanity. The Sun family likely activated it with X-matter or similar substances collected from mystic lands or transcendent planets.0

Now, with its transcendent matter depleted, the lamp dimmed, rendered unusable. "Even infusing mystic factors works," Wang Xuan discovered. As energy accumulated and sank into the lamp, it stood ready for activation.0

Tiny flames flickered. Upon activating the small arrow engraving with his mind, the symbols flowed, and a dark red arrow nearly launched forth. These mystic runes targeted the spiritual realm.0

He quickly retracted his action, extinguishing...0