Chapter 1252 Antiques and the Source of Laws

Zhao Yin's mind buzzed. This dagger was actually a god-level weapon.

Although there are no special effects, the attack power has reached a terrifying six million points!

Even if it is a life-level creature, if it is not equipped with defensive equipment, Zhao Yin can kill it with one blow with this dagger!

Of course, the prerequisite is that he can get close to a god-level life form...

"This piece of equipment is very good." Wang Chunhua praised, but there was not much surprise on her face.

"You just want me to see this?"

Zhao Yin didn't answer Wang Chunhua's words, remembering that he had not seen this information before.

"Could it be... that the ancient equipment can reveal information in the future?"

Thinking of this, he put away the dagger, took out a long table, and took out all the items he had gotten from Lao Wang in one breath.

A broken teapot, five clay bowls, and a clay teapot!

A broom, a hoe, a shoulder pole, and two baskets.

A wooden basin, a bucket, and a roll of long hemp rope.

All items were piled on the table.

There were still traces of mud on the iron hoe and broom...

Their information was revealed in Zhao Yin's divine eyes.

[Teapot, ordinary tea set, half damaged] [Ceramic jar, ordinary storage tool, half damaged] [Ceramic bowl, ordinary...]

[Bamboo broom, ordinary...][Iron...]

It is still the information I saw in the dream space and time.

Nothing has changed.

Zhao Yin was suddenly disappointed.

Only the tiny bit of tea leaves in the broken pottery jar showed different information.

[Qingshen Tea: God-level grade, ancient species! Effect: 10 grams of Qingshen Tea can be boiled into five bowls of water, and each bowl of tea can restore 40000 points of spiritual power! If swallowed directly, 10 grams of tea can restore 150000 points of spiritual power]

It turns out this is called Qingshen Tea!

This is the best spiritual power replenishment Zhao Yin has ever seen.

Unfortunately, there was not much Qingshen Tea to begin with, and Zhao Yin had taken most of it when he activated the Illusion God. Now, there was less than 50 grams of Qingshen Tea left in the pottery jar!

Zhao Yin found a glass bottle, carefully took the tea leaves out of the pottery jar, put them into the glass bottle, and sealed it carefully.

He had no intention of leaving it for soaking.

Although swallowing it directly is a bit wasteful, it can restore 150,000 points of mental power at a faster speed.

Zhao Yin had no shortage of supplies to restore his mental strength, what he lacked was the speed of recovery.

Looking at the broken pottery jars and other items on the table, Zhao Yin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. They were not as good as the plastic basins and other items he took out to replace Lao Wang.

Even the teapot that Zhao Yin had hoped for was just an ordinary item.

That iron hoe was not the magical weapon I imagined...

Zhao Yin didn't notice that when he took out these items, Wang Chunhua, who was standing beside him, widened her eyes.

Even when she saw the artifact dagger before, she didn't show this expression.

"Where...where did these antiques come from?" Wang Chunhua asked stutteringly.

Zhao Yin said dejectedly: "It is indeed an antique. I took it from Old Wang's yard. I thought it was some extraordinary treasure."

He suddenly saw Wang Chunhua's expression. At this moment, Wang Chunhua's face was slightly red, and tears welled up in her big eyes. She seemed to want to say something, but she moved her pink lips, but did not utter a word.

Zhao Yin just thought that it brought back her memories of her hometown.

"If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Wang Chunhua was silent for a long time, and then she spoke after a long while.

"Zhao Yin, you know, I was also born in the same village as the Emperor, but I was born many years later than him."

Zhao Yin was stunned and felt something vaguely.

He waited for Wang Chunhua's next words.

"There's a rumor in our village that the Emperor's generation is very strong!"

"The reason they are strong is because of the antiques left by the ancestors of the human race that exist in the village!"

Zhao Yin was suddenly excited, and realized that the antiques she mentioned were not what he imagined... but they were also antiques for Li Wangyu and Lao Wang!

A product left over from ancient times?

Zhao Yin looked at the items on the table again, and his eyes gradually became eager.

However, the information remains unchanged.

"Rumor has it that every antique carries a source of law!"

"Each law has its own uniqueness, strength and function. The Emperor has obtained the source of the strongest law of killing and awakened his killing talent, surpassing everyone else!"

Having said this, Wang Chunhua paused and stopped talking.

But Zhao Yin already understood everything.

Every item here contains an unimaginable source of law!

The talent awakened by the ancient human race is the law, but the strongest group of them are created by the source of the law.

"But why do they seem ordinary? How can we absorb the source of the law?"

Zhao Yin instinctively thought that the source of the law was similar to the supernatural potion, and as long as it was absorbed, supernatural powers could be awakened.

"Laws govern the operation of all things in the universe. How can living things absorb them?"

Wang Chunhua shook her head: "Even if it is willing to be compatible with you, it is not you who absorbs it, but coexists with you!"

"Does it need to be willing first?"

Zhao Yin frowned: "The source of the law has its own consciousness?"

"Consciousness is also a law!" said Wang Chunhua.

Zhao Yin didn't quite understand what he heard, but he vaguely understood that the law seemed to be above any living thing.

"The existence of the source of laws is a form that we cannot understand. Their consciousness is beyond the scope of what living things can understand. Perhaps... you can regard it as a dead object, or as a kind of life that dominates everything."

It seemed as if Wang Chunhua herself didn't quite understand and frowned.

"This is just my understanding. Perhaps the Emperor's class has a different understanding."

At this time, Zhao Yin was only concerned about how to master the laws, whether it was symbiosis or absorption!

He asked Wang Chunhua excitedly.

"Back then, the Emperor left many antiques for the village, and I was just chosen by a law."

Wang Chunhua said seriously: "There is no specific method, nor a specific time. Maybe one day, a certain antique will suddenly take a liking to you and will take the initiative to be compatible with you."

"Are they the ones who come to choose?" Zhao Yin suddenly looked pained.

Looking at the pile of antiques on the table, I couldn't see even a single message.

Obviously no one likes him!

"Don't be impatient. Even if there is a source of law that is willing to be compatible with you, with your current physical condition...!"

Wang Chunhua's eyes flashed with disdain: "It's like a wooden basin. Can it hold molten metal?"

Zhao Yin blinked and asked, "When were you chosen?"

"My life level back then was about the same as that nine-winged goose... Oh, to be precise, I was a little weaker than her."

"Reaching the god level?"

Zhao Yin suddenly felt powerless. If he could reach the level of a god, would he still need the source of these laws?

With his special abilities, he created a Li Wangyu with a single shot of a phantom god... Who in the world can compete with him?