"Is this a Spiritual Artifact crafted by the demon race? Or did it encounter some fortuitous opportunity and obtain it from some ruins?"

Chu Qingyun observed the bronze pillar for a moment, finding it peculiar but unable to discern its origins.

Seeing the full moon rising, he felt a sense of urgency and quickly stored the bronze pillar in his Storage Ring for future study.

"The Shuiyue Soul Flowers are about to bloom. I must hurry to pick them!"