C54 Purple Copper Round Shield

In a room at the Falling Moon Inn, Luo Tongtian sat cross-legged, taking a moment to adjust his body to its optimal state. Once ready, he picked up a level-eight artifact with his right hand.

His hands pressed firmly on the artifact, greedily absorbing its steel essence. The surface quickly turned dull and black, losing its metallic luster and becoming a mass of decay