In just a few days, Chen Xihua's figure flitted about Taiyue Divine Peak like a ghost, teleporting from place to place, gathering most of the hidden treasures recorded and unrecorded in the Divine Peak's scriptures.
His storage ring was filled with treasures such as Myriad Spirits Stone Milk, Primordial Thunder Crystals, Ice Soul Sword Marrow, and Nine Elements Spirit Fruit.
Each of these was a rare item that an ordinary cultivator might never obtain in a lifetime, and even as he took stock, he couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile.
Chen Xihua sat cross-legged next to the Ancient Wordless Stele in the core inheritance space, his fingertips brushing over the storage ring, his divine sense scanning the treasures within, and he murmured softly to himself:
