I opened the secret chamber's grand entrance, and sure enough, the nine stone pillars stood within. Most of the furnishings here had been ruined, and even the treasures had largely decayed, basically reduced to empty shells scattered across the floor.
I swept my gaze over them. The First Generation had known that his death was near. Sure enough, he had not sealed the treasured sword here. As for the treasures, they had completely lost their use after losing their magical power, let alone producing any effects. So after taking only a brief look at them, I stopped paying attention.
Song Ruo was stunned to see the treasures in the secret chamber ruined by the passage of time, and her heart ached terribly. I did not feel the same way. If they had truly been formidable treasures, then the moment immortal qi appeared nearby, they would have been able to breathe on their own. These damaged items simply could not stand on the stage of the current Primordial Immortal Realm.
Still, the First Generation had been the crown prince, after all. His household wealth was astonishingly abundant, far beyond what ordinary fellow disciples and descendants could compare with. Thus, even picking up some scraps would be enough for an ordinary immortal cultivator to exchange for a great deal of resources. Of course, his greatest fortune was not these things. The First Generation himself might never have imagined that his extravagant acts of planting rare medicinal fields and raising divine pets had actually completed the cultivation of the greatest resources in an entire realm. That was probably something no one could have anticipated.
A round sphere of liquid sat atop one of the stone pillars. Inside it was a crystal-clear crystal. In its sealed state, it could undoubtedly be preserved for ten