"Judging by your attire, fellow Daoist, I understand. This is the Daoqi Sect's treasured heirloom, the Qiankun Tripod. It possesses the ability to absorb the heavens and refine all things. Alas, ever since it followed me, it has declined day by day. Not only has its furnace fire gone out, but even its Artifact Spirit abandoned me one night. If this continues, the Qiankun Tripod will likely collapse sooner or later. If you're interested today, ten Spirit Stones and it's yours."
The bald Daoist clenched his teeth, reluctantly pulling out a small bronze tripod covered in dust.
Engraved with an array of inscriptions and patterns of suns, moons, and stars, despite its unimpressive appearance, it exuded a sense of ancient simplicity.
Li Yi's silver eyes glanced at it, noticing that it bore some resemblance to the incomplete Sword Coin in his hand. The same bronze material, the same inscriptions.
