This was too exaggerated—it had taken less than the time needed to drink a cup of tea.
The Skyfire Sect, which had once entrenched itself in Shangping Region and enjoyed a period of dazzling prominence, was utterly destroyed!
Jiang Fan stood alone at the center of the ruins, his robes not even disheveled.
"This... can count as your punishment!"
He was just about to turn and leave when his figure suddenly paused.
Within the reach of his divine sense, he sensed a strange fluctuation coming from deep beneath the ruins.
"Oh?"
"Still a fish that slipped through the net?"
Jiang Fan took one step, and his figure had already appeared above the source of the fluctuation.
With a wave of his hand, he swept aside the rubble and the remains of the restrictions below, revealing a hidden entrance buried deep within the mountain's belly.
Jiang Fan casually broke through the remaining restrictions and stepped inside.
Inside, there was a whole other world. The space was far more expansive than it appeared from the outside world.
Jewels gleamed everywhere, and spiritual energy drifted like mist.
On row after row of shelves forged from Ten-Thousand-Year Black Iron, countless treasures were arranged by category...
"The Treasure Pavilion?"
"The Skyfire Sect's thousand years of accumulation really did give it a rich foundation!"
Jiang Fan was not polite.
With a casual sweep of his hand, he took the vast quantity of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, precious pills, jade slips, and ancient texts into his space.
Then his gaze passed straight through the Treasure Pavilion and landed on a stone platform at the deepest point.
The stone platform was shrouded in layer upon layer of formations. At its center floated a strange crystal the size of a fingernail.
The crystal was clear and translucent, but