Qin Yang put away the Broken-Handled Great Hammer and simply plopped down on the ground. He was not leaving. He would watch the show right here.
He did not dare fly into the sky anymore. Who knew whether there might be another blind rabbit of a magic treasure that would charge at him to the death...
He was truly shaken to the core. Even sitting on the ground, he remained ready to flee at any moment...
On the distant horizon, the Multitreasures Heavenly Wheel carried the mausoleum. Its trembling roars were like thunder. Though hundreds of miles away, Qin Yang still felt his chest grow tight, each sound like a hammer striking his chest.
The specks of starlight falling from the Multitreasures Heavenly Wheel came in an endless stream, as if they would never run out. Qin Yang's eyes burned with envy. More than once, he secretly marveled at how extravagantly wealthy Purple Firmament Dao Lord truly was...
No wonder it was called Multitreasures...
He had waited less than half an hour when the old man suddenly emerged from the void...
Seeing the old man's glowing complexion, even the wrinkles on his face seeming fewer, Qin Yang knew that the old man's haul had certainly been substantial...
"Senior, you made quite a harvest, didn't you?"
"Nothing much, nothing much. Of the magic treasures I picked up, the best were merely three lowest-grade Treasure Artifacts and one secret treasure. The rest of the spirit artifacts were just extras..." The old man spoke modestly. If not for the two golden, glittering words "smug pride" written all over his face, Qin Yang might actually have believed him...
Feeling rather displeased, Qin Yang recalled the Broken-Handled Great Hammer that had nearly smashed him to death and immediately took it out, tossing it onto the