"Damn, he was rich." Qin Yang sat on the Cloud Bed, sipping wine and heaving a long sigh, his face full of envy.
Just how powerful the Purple Firmament Dao Lord had once been, Qin Yang had never had much of a concrete idea. He had only known that he was very, very strong—absurdly strong...
But now, as he sipped his wine and watched spiritual lights scatter across the sky like an unceasing meteor shower, he finally had a concrete idea of just how wealthy the Purple Firmament Dao Lord had been...
Every streak of spiritual light was at least a spirit artifact. Some shone with such intense radiance that they were, nine times out of ten, even stronger Treasure Artifacts...
Not to mention, the old man had said there were quite a few secret treasures among them that did not fall within the standard ranks of magic treasures. These secret treasures varied in power, yet each possessed its own marvels. Some had functions as useless as chicken ribs, while others were so profound they defied the heavens.
Yet even secret treasures as useless as chicken ribs were worth more than ordinary magic treasures.
In just the time it took to drink a few cups of wine, nearly a thousand magic treasures had already scattered and fled...
There was no way Qin Yang could keep himself from feeling envious...
"What a pity. I'm too weak to catch up to those magic treasures. All I can do is sit here drinking and wait by the stump for a rabbit, hoping some blind magic treasure will leap right into my arms..." Qin Yang felt rather regretful. Before him lay a gluttonous feast, yet it had nothing to do with him.
He simply did not know what had happened over there, or why