Before Li Hao could fully process the transformation, the ancient scroll he had obtained earlier began to tremble.
A soft golden light radiated from it.
Then—
A voice echoed.
"Refine more flames… and your power shall grow without limit…"
Li Hao's eyes narrowed.
This voice… was not ordinary.
It carried age.
Authority.
And intent.
The scroll shook violently, then suddenly shrank, folding into itself until it transformed into a small, intricate locket.
Ancient runes shimmered across its surface.
Li Hao reached out and held it.
The moment his fingers touched it—
A connection formed.
This was no simple treasure.
This was something meant for him.