Mo Yuxin's brows furrowed slightly. "You mean… it belongs to us now?"
The ancient guardian golem's obsidian eyes glowed with calm reverence.
"Yes," it intoned, its voice rumbling like the breath of mountains. "Henceforth, the Trials of the Forebears are no longer a challenge you must survive… but a legacy you now protect. Its essence has been condensed into a divine core—its heart, its soul, its will. Take it."
From within its massive chest, a gentle whir echoed. Runes spiraled open along its body like unfolding petals, revealing a gleaming crystalline orb hovering in the center of its chest cavity. The orb pulsed with a soft, rhythmic glow, like the heartbeat of a slumbering god. In a smooth, deliberate motion, the golem extended its massive palm—and from its hand, the orb lifted and floated down toward Mo Yuxin and Su Yubing.
It was barely the size of a plum, but unlike any treasure they had ever seen.
