Fang Mo lay in the bath, the steaming spring water smoothing away the exhaustion of the past half year.
After entering the Yin Ruins, he had scarcely stopped. If he was not cultivating, he was fighting. When had he ever had such leisure?
Yet after only a moment, he opened his eyes, clarity returning to them.
His hand touched the Spatial Ring Ling Cangyan had given him.
Though he had met this bargain master only three times in total, the man had handed over all his savings and even entrusted Taichu Peak's position of command to him. For a moment, Fang Mo felt dazed. Did he truly believe Fang Mo could shoulder it?
His fingers gently rubbed the ring, his gaze deepening. A moment later, his divine sense moved and entered it.
The Spatial Ring had already lost its owner. As Fang Mo's Primordial Spirit entered, it swiftly refined the formation spirit anew and gained control of the ring.
Buzz!
His soul shook, and Fang Mo's consciousness arrived in an enormous space.
"So huge!"
If Lei He's ring had been a small room, then this was an airport hangar. The space was terrifyingly vast, more than a thousand times larger than the previous one.
The items within were neatly sorted into categories and stored in great quantities.
Fang Mo swept it with his divine sense. There were weapons, defensive equipment, ores, Spiritual Medicine, pills, Jade Talismans, talismans, as well as countless books and jade scrolls. All kinds of secret arts and cultivation methods filled the space.
However, Fang Mo's brows furrowed slightly. In his view, Ling Cangyan was the master of Taichu Peak and ought to have been wealthy. Yet there was not much wealth in this space. Whether Spiritual Medicine, spiritual materials, weapons, or equipment, there were some, but