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"Consciousness can't even penetrate it, this gourd..."
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Lin Yuan's expression turned slightly serious as he carefully examined the palm-sized gray gourd.
In the vast cosmos, many substances are extremely hard,
very difficult to destroy, yet few can block the penetration of an evolver's conscious power.
Conscious power is even more difficult to detect than the power of the world or the power of the soul,
as it is a derivative of Spirit Will.
With Lin Yuan's current Mental Will Index, unless it's a treasure or rare treasure of the Eighth Layer,
he could see through most of it, if not in minute detail.
"An Eighth Layer treasure or rare treasure?"
Lin Yuan touched the surface of the gray gourd, cold and with almost no resistance, as if it were the texture of some high-end alloy.
"What exactly formed this?"
For a moment, Lin Yuan couldn't determine whether the gray gourd was artificially made or had always been this way.