Immortal Path Not Cold

Low-grade Storage Rings were only a few feet across. The first one Qin Yi had gotten from the Wilderness Witcher was of this sort; later, he had crammed all the silver filth into it and traded it to Zheng Yunyi without a shred of heartache.

Ordinary Storage Rings ranged from around one zhang to several zhang across, like houses of varying sizes. They could hold plenty; so long as one did not toss every scrap of rubbish inside, it was difficult to fill one under normal circumstances.

The one he used now was broader than a great hall. That was already enough to satisfy his Squirrel Syndrome, letting him stash all sorts of seemingly useless things inside without much concern.

Qin Yi still carried the mindset of someone who had played online games: four-slot bags, sixteen-slot bags, colossal backpacks. He always felt that no matter how large they were, there had to be a limit. Big enough was good enough.

But this Pixiu Ring... it was not exactly infinite, yet within the range of Qin Yi's own divine sense, he could not see its end in a single sweep.

What kind of concept was that...

With the environment inside Jian Mu and the recent growth of his Dao Heart, he had spent this time healing while breaking through. The instant he opened his eyes, he was already at the eighth level of Huiyang.

Depending on one's Forging Soul ability, Qianyuan cultivators could use Divine Descent over several thousand li, while better ones could exceed ten thousand li. The eighth level of Huiyang was separated from Qianyuan by a vast gulf; ordinary cultivators could extend a thought three or four hundred li, while exceptional ones could double that.

Qin Yi's Forging Soul method from the ninth volume of Chaos Origin was