Wang Wu did not have much experience searching, but he remembered how that middle-aged cultivator had "produced" the Autumn Water Sword—with a swipe at his waist. The young cultivator had been the same, though unfortunately, that unlucky fellow's clothes had all melted into venom along with him.
At that moment, he carefully unfastened the middle-aged cultivator's belt first. It was not too difficult. The thing looked utterly ordinary, but even after turning it over inside and out, he could not find any mechanism within it.
At last, inspiration struck Wang Wu. He took the belt to the spot where the young cultivator had perished. It had already become a massive poison pit, roughly a meter deep and two meters across, with venom still raging within.
It seemed the Demon King Grade Venom from those three little gourds had all gathered here. This stuff was likely an important material for mass-producing Plant Zombies.
He placed one end of the belt into the venom, and it immediately worked.
A constant sizzling filled the air, spiritual light flashing across the belt. After several seconds, Wang Wu hurriedly pulled it back. The next instant, the entire belt shattered, as if some unknown space had exploded. A huge pile of items fell straight to the ground, heaped high like a small mountain.
"Turns out Storage Belts really do exist!"
Wang Wu was deeply moved, but he could not help recalling the sensation of being immobilized by the Binding Golden Light. It had felt somewhat like being compressed into a two-dimensional space.
This Cultivation World was fucking incredible. So scientific.
It was just a pity about the Storage Belt. He had no way to open it, nor did he dare ask a great demon for help, so he could only use this method. Boiling cranes and