The bronze token was worthless. Wang Chen could only pin his last hope on that Sumeru Ring.
He steadied himself, picked up the inconspicuous-looking ring, and tried channeling a thread of Mana into it.
The Sumeru Ring's internal space opened instantly!
Ordinarily, holders of high-grade storage Magic Tools like Sumeru Rings would place restrictions within them. On the one hand, this made them easier to track down if lost; on the other, anyone who obtained them would have to break the restrictions before they could use them.
If the original owner's cultivation had been high and the restrictions they set extremely powerful, then a new owner might well be left staring helplessly at it.
But no matter how powerful the restrictions, they could not withstand the merciless passage of time.
Without their owner continuously infusing them with Mana, the restrictions inside a Sumeru Ring would slowly fail.
That was clearly the situation Wang Chen had encountered.
It saved him a great deal of trouble.
The cultivator who had perished here had most likely been a Nascent Soul True Immortal. Even if Wang Chen could forcibly break the restrictions they had set, it would have taken him a great deal of time.
Yet the Sumeru Ring on which Wang Chen had placed such high hopes contained only two items!
At first, Wang Chen thought his perception was mistaken, or that he had not thoroughly examined the Sumeru Ring's internal space.
But reality was this cruel. The Sumeru Ring's space was enormous, yet it truly contained only two items.
There was not even the slightest trace of a cultivator's daily necessities!
The result left Wang Chen somewhat depressed.
But as for being terribly disappointed...
Wang Chen was not the sort of person whose greed knew no bounds. He consoled himself that his