Ten thousand miles of drifting clouds rolled over emerald mountains; halfway across the blue sky, a lone moon flowed.
The lone moon had already vanished. Beneath the drifting clouds, three flying boats strained with all their might to cross the endless emerald mountains.
As if someone were chasing them from behind.
Inside a quiet chamber of the Sky Eagle Flying Boat.
Luo Chen looked at the pile of Storage Bags before him and could not help shaking his head.
Duan Qiankun's, Wang Haichao's, Tu Shan's—there was even Huo Hu's Storage Bag among them.
"What a pain!"
The Storage Bags of low-level cultivators were not much of a problem.
They contained nothing more than Spiritual Power Marks, which could be cracked with ease.
But the Storage Bags of Foundation Establishment Cultivators were troublesome.
Most had been marked by Foundation Establishment True Cultivators using Spiritual Sense. The more cautious ones, like Duan Qiankun, had even set restrictions upon them.
Wearing away those Spiritual Sense Marks was by no means something that could be done in a day or two.
Moreover, only a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator who also possessed Spiritual Sense could slowly wear them down.
Luo Chen felt a little envious of the deep inheritance of great sects.
Back then, Miao Wen had easily broken the restrictions on the Jade Box Mi Shuhua had given him.
If that method were applied to Storage Bags,
it would surely yield twice the result with half the effort!
"Yet I have to grind them down the hard way."
Curling his lips, Luo Chen put away all four Storage Bags.
He planned to wait until things had stabilized before slowly wearing away Wang Haichao's and Tu Shan's.
Duan Qiankun's had already been worn down for several years and was nearly open, so lifting its restrictions