Suddenly, Mike Sullivan's gaze fell upon a pattern on the blade.

　　“I recognize this rune; it seems to be a spatial rune!” Mike Sullivan scratched his head.

　　Within the sect’s many ancient texts, there were records of all sorts of strange tales.

　　Back then, in order to better understand this world, Mike Sullivan had put in considerable effort reading them.

　　He was certain that this was a rune, and moreover, a spatial rune... A treasure related to space? The origin of this thing was probably extraordinary.

　　However, just because it had a rune didn’t necessarily mean this item was a true treasure.

　　In the sect he used to belong to, there were also many treasures with such runes, but those runes were all failed ones, completely useless.

　　Mike Sullivan held the photo of the blade, studying it for a long time, but still couldn’t figure it out. He tried to probe it with his spiritual power to identify what kind of magical artifact it was, but found that his spiritual power couldn’t penetrate it in the slightest.

　　“Forget it, I’ll just attach the handle first.”

　　Mike Sullivan found a wooden handle from a pile of odds and ends, and after working for a while, finally attached the blade to it.

　　“I wonder if anyone would buy this thing. If not, I’ll just use it as a fruit knife.”

　　Mike Sullivan sat behind his appraisal table, casually picked up an apple, and with his other hand, gently sliced it with the strange dagger blade.

　　His head buzzed, and it felt as if all the strength in his body was instantly drained; Mike Sullivan nearly collapsed to the ground.

　　But before he could figure out what had happened, the next moment, an astonishing scene appeared before his eyes.

　　As the dagger sliced, it was as if it cut through a sheet of thin paper—a crack about a foot long and as wide as a bamboo skewer appeared before his eyes.

　　“This is a spatial rift!”

　　Mike Sullivan's mouth dropped open in shock, staring blankly ahead. From within the crack, a misty aura slowly drifted out, and Mike Sullivan instinctively took a gentle sniff.

　　Instantly, a refreshing breath rushed into his nostrils. Mike Sullivan felt as if every pore in his body opened up completely, reaching an extreme state of comfort. The energy that had just been drained was instantly restored, and even increased... The sensation was like a cool breeze suddenly blowing on a hot summer day—so comfortable it was beyond words.

　　From this aura, he could sense the purest spiritual energy.

　　There was spiritual energy in this aura!

　　Mike Sullivan's heart suddenly trembled. Back in the sect, he was a genius under special attention. Because he couldn’t draw in spiritual energy, the sect even had an elder personally infuse him with innate spiritual energy to help him.

　　Innate spiritual energy—this was the energy painstakingly cultivated by experts at the Innate Realm.

　　In Watergate, the most powerful were the Innate Realm experts.

　　But even so, the innate spiritual energy was nowhere near as pure as the spiritual energy before his eyes. In fact, the two couldn’t even be compared.

　　“Celestial spiritual energy!”

　　Mike Sullivan was utterly stunned!

　　He had seen this kind of spiritual energy before, right in Watergate.

　　Although it was only a tiny bit, it was kept in a priceless jade bottle. Spiritual energy is formless and easily dissipates, but with a jade bottle, it could be preserved.

　　A trace of spiritual energy could make Watergate value it so highly because it was celestial spiritual energy—energy from the celestial realm. It was one of Watergate's most important treasures!

　　Legend had it that this celestial spiritual energy was obtained when Watergate's ancestor witnessed someone shatter the void and ascend, causing the heavens and earth to crack, and a wisp of spiritual energy fell from the celestial realm. The ancestor secretly collected it and made it the sect’s guardian treasure.

　　This wisp of celestial energy was kept in a jade bottle, and only the sect’s geniuses were allowed to see it.

　　Back then, he was one of those geniuses and had been brought into the secret chamber where the jade bottle was kept.

　　Because the jade bottle was kept there for years, the entire chamber’s atmosphere had changed, filled with celestial spiritual energy.

　　Even just the aura affected by it, he still remembered the feeling when he first breathed it in. It was like soaking in a hot spring after a day of exhaustion and soreness, so comfortable that it made one sigh with relief.

　　Now, he felt that aura again, and this time, it wasn’t just the affected air outside—it was true celestial spiritual energy!

　　He could even sense that this celestial spiritual energy was a bit purer than that of Watergate.

　　This was celestial spiritual energy!

　　Back then, the people of Watergate let the geniuses experience celestial spiritual energy to inspire them, telling everyone that once they ascended, they could absorb this kind of energy.

　　But now, he could already absorb this celestial spiritual energy.

　　While Mike Sullivan was still in shock, this aura had already slowly drifted in front of him, and with his breathing, entered his body.