A Spatial Supreme Treasure, like a Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm, involved the power of spatial origin. On the Divine Continent, such things were exceedingly precious and rare. Obtaining even one could serve as an inheritance for a family or even a sect.
That was without considering any of its other uses—looking solely at its storage capacity. If its other functions were added in, the old monk probably felt like dying.
He had long been used to throwing his weight around. He fancied that he had cultivated the martial path of a Great Grandmaster, and his physical body had undergone transformation, approaching the Buddhist golden-body method, the Indestructible Diamond Body. Coupled with the power of the Buddha Heart Bead in his hand, he had run rampant for a time. That was why he had dared to strike at Meng Zhao first.
Yet it was precisely because of that unnecessary move that Meng Zhao had set his sights on the Buddha Heart Bead and snatched it away, leaving him with devastating losses.
Even the old monk could not help thinking that, in the future, he might never find another supreme treasure like the Buddha Heart Bead. Even one a tier lower would be vanishingly rare—practically impossible to find.
Thus, the old monk was shocked and furious, his heart filled with endless jealousy as he shouted,
"Give me back my Buddhist bead!"
He did not even call himself this old monk anymore. He had truly lost his head. Since he had taken the initiative to attack someone, why would that person give him any face?
To put it bluntly, the old monk was now nothing more than impotently raging—and the kind that had completely lost his wits.
The others all stared at the old monk in astonishment. Could he not see the situation before