"Just a few trifles, hardly worthy of respect. I offer them as compensation to this beautiful, lovely young lady, in the hope that she can forgive my offense!"
Lord Autumn Wind looked at the spatial ring in his hand, and his face could not help twitching a few times. He truly felt the pain. This spatial ring was of an excellent grade—a main divine artifact-level spatial ring, containing a small continent a thousand miles across. What pained Lord Autumn Wind even more was that this land was brimming with miraculous life force. All manner of plants could be grown there, and all kinds of livestock could be raised.
A ring of this main divine artifact grade was no divine object that the so-called gods could create. It was a relic from some past cosmic calamity. According to the fragmentary memories passed down within the Second Sea God Temple, the method of creating such small worlds capable of nurturing life was mastered only by humanity's supreme powerhouses and a race known as the Celestial Spirits.
But the Celestial Spirits had already gone extinct, while humanity's supreme powerhouses were the highest leaders of the entire human race—not people Lord Autumn Wind could ever hope to curry favor with. Thus, this ring was a priceless treasure, the only artifact on Lord Autumn Wind that he could present. If not for Lin Seventy-Seven's terrifying strength, how could Lord Autumn Wind possibly bear to give away this ring?
Lin Seventy-Seven snatched the ring away, opened his mouth, and bit down on it hard. Then he nodded repeatedly in satisfaction. The space within this ring was immensely vast, and a spatial ring filled with the breath of life, one containing a small world within it, was a rare kind of ring of which only a small