Fang Mo lay in the bath, the steaming hot spring water soothing away half a year's worth of exhaustion.
Since entering the Yin Ruins, he had barely stopped. He had either been cultivating or fighting. When had he ever had time to relax like this?
But a moment later, he opened his eyes, their clarity restored.
His hand brushed the Space Ring on his finger, the one Ling Cangyan had given him.
This cheap master of his had only met him three times, yet had handed over his entire life's savings and even entrusted him with the position of Taichu Peak's leader. For a moment, Fang Mo was dazed. Did Ling Cangyan really believe he could handle the job?
His fingers gently rubbed the ring, his gaze turning pensive. A moment later, he stirred his divine sense and sent it into the ring.
The Space Ring had lost its owner. Fang Mo's Primordial Spirit entered it and quickly refined its formation spirit anew, gaining control of the ring.
His soul trembled, and Fang Mo's consciousness entered a vast space.
"So big!"
If Lei He's ring had been a small house, this one was an aircraft hangar. Its space was frighteningly huge—at least a thousand times larger than the other ring.
The space was neatly organized, with a vast array of items stored inside.
Fang Mo swept the area with his divine sense. There were weapons, defensive gear, ores, Spirit Medicines, pills, Jade Talismans, talismans, and a great many books and jade scrolls. All kinds of secret manuals and cultivation techniques filled the space.
But Fang Mo's brow furrowed slightly. As he saw it, Ling Cangyan was the leader of Taichu Peak and ought to be wealthy. Yet there weren't many valuables inside. There were Spirit Medicines, materials, weapons, and equipment,