Light gathered before the Spring and Autumn Stele, finally condensing into the phantom of an elderly man clad in an ancient Confucian robe, his hair white with age.
The old man's face was benevolent, his gaze deep. Stroking his beard, he stood there as his eyes swept over the gathered prodigies.
"My master, Master of Spring and Autumn, joined forces with the saints of the Hundred Schools to protect the flame of the Human Race. Alas, their Dao collapsed here, and they became this hidden treasury. The lineages and sacred relics they left behind are all sealed within this stele, quietly awaiting those fated to inherit their will."
The phantom of the elderly stele spirit smiled faintly and gave his sleeve a gentle sweep.
In an instant, an enormous curtain of light spread out above the Spring and Autumn Stele, spanning the void.
Upon the light curtain, images of countless treasures shimmered and flowed with radiance as they slowly revolved, emanating powerful Dao Charm that made hearts tremble.
Divine weapons, precious armaments, pills, secret manuals, spiritual materials, and wondrous artifacts filled the display—no fewer than several hundred in total.
"Look, that's a sacred sword of the Sword Dao!" A sword cultivator recognized one peerless blade at once. It spat out crimson-gold sword light, and his voice shook with excitement.
"A fragment of the War God Realm, an Emperor's scripture—my heavens!" The eyes of a prodigy from the War King Family shone brightly, and his breathing quickened.
"Yin-Yang Mystic Fruits, Time Flowers—these are all Saint Medicines that exist only in legends!"
"Not just those. Look at the ones at the very core!"
The treasure images on the light curtain were not arranged at random, but according to some profound pattern. The closer they were to the center, the more terrifying the