What truly stunned Ethan Blake wasn’t the legend behind the Blood Jade Dagger—it was the massive amount of Essence Energy pulsing inside it.
Through his spiritual sight, he could even see the dagger slowly drawing in the faint Essence from the air around it. And when his gaze fell upon the strange symbols engraved on its blade, his heart pounded harder. Those markings felt familiar, as if buried deep within his memory—ancient runes he had once seen, yet could no longer recall where or when.
This dagger was anything but ordinary. Based on the ancient cultivation texts that lingered in his mind, an item like this could only be described as an artifact—or at the very least, a spiritual weapon.
Such treasures were beyond rare. Once missed, they might never appear again. Ethan made up his mi
