At that moment, Qin Fengming had ninety drops of essence blood in his possession. But if he wanted to exchange them for those exceedingly rare heavenly treasures and earthly wonders, they were still far from enough. As for the items he could exchange for, he could not bring himself to care for them.
What left him speechless was that essence blood could only be preserved for one month.
In other words, once this secret-realm trial ended, by the time that month's trial concluded, the essence blood had to be exchanged or absorbed by the token in his hand. Otherwise, it would lose its efficacy.
Qin Fengming knew the reason for this. The faint aura of a cultivator's soul contained within the essence blood would slowly dissipate as time passed. The longer it remained, the less aura it would contain, until it vanished completely.
He did not know where the essence blood in his possession had come from—whether the three Yellow Springs Palace cultivators had obtained it from somewhere else—but it clearly had not been collected today. If he kept it until the next trial began, its efficacy would surely have greatly diminished.
This meant he had to exchange all the essence blood in his possession today.
After carefully scanning the area, Qin Fengming turned and walked toward the stone tables in the hall.
After the time it took to finish a meal, Qin Fengming found himself inside a cave roughly thirty or forty zhang across. Countless glowing stones were embedded in the ceiling, more than a dozen zhang above him, illuminating the cave, which had no branching passages, as brightly as broad daylight.
The cave had no side chambers, only a vast hall. It seemed to have been deliberately designed this way because whoever had built it knew that all