Unless it was a particularly urgent situation, Silver Dust handled basically everything else.
Now that the Galactic Ancient Tomb was about to open, Li Tianming remained in his Void Universe Astral Manifestation state and headed straight for the so-called "tomb entrance."
Along the way, the world beyond him was extraordinarily lively. For the magic boxes, countless powerhouses were fighting to the death before the tomb.
None of it had anything to do with Li Tianming.
Like an outsider, he strolled along at leisure, taking unhurried steps as he passed through all manner of bloody battles.
Those fighting were all Eonic Gods who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years or more, mainly Primal Genesis Eonic Gods. There were almost no young Eonic Gods under ten thousand years old. If there were any, they would surely be protected layer upon layer and would basically never travel alone.
Unless they were brain-dead and looking to die.
Frankly speaking, a place like the Galactic Ancient Tomb was never suited for geniuses to train in. This time, it was a place where the most brutal cosmic lifeforms competed.
Thus... amid this ever-present struggle for magic boxes, Li Tianming discovered a way to make a fortune that belonged solely to him.
That was, scavenging the leftovers!
Whenever Primal Genesis Eonic Gods fought a great battle, he would squat nearby and wait for them to fight each other to the death.
Usually, there was no opportunity to scavenge anything. But if he got lucky and encountered two people who had fought each other to the brink, both severely wounded, even with things like Sumeru Rings flying out, he would casually snatch them away and vanish without a trace!
"If I were stronger and could suppress some heavily wounded Primal Genesis Eonic Gods, the harvest would