The door creaked open with a groan that echoed through the vast chamber, and Bai Zihan instinctively slowed his steps.
Even before he entered, he felt it—the dense Qi leaking from within.
It was so pure and rich that his pores tingled, and his soul felt like it was floating.
The Remnant Soul floated beside him silently as they stepped in.
Then Bai Zihan saw it.
And for the first time in a long while, he was speechless.
"…Holy shit!"
The chamber wasn't massive—at least not by cultivation standards.
But what it lacked in size, it made up for in sheer weight. Not physical weight—but the weight of value.
To the left were spirit weapons—one of them radiating such intense sword Qi that Bai Zihan felt like it might slice him just by looking at it too long.
It was definitely a Heaven-Grade Sword or perhaps higher.
To the right were pill furnaces, ancient yet pristine. Behind them?
