C1577
Tribal ruins
With a "pa da" sound, a fist-sized, pitch-black rock was sucked into Chu Yan's palm.
The rock looked unremarkable.
It was no different from how it was in the past when it could be seen everywhere.
However, at this moment, Chu Yan exerted a little strength in his palm.
A scorching heat burned the rock until it was almost transparent.
In the next moment
