Treasure Pavilion

Treasure Pavilion

Great Desolation Commandery was a vast commandery city located at the westernmost edge of the Great Yan Dynasty, close to the border. It was extremely chaotic, with all sorts of sects mixed together, making it quite dangerous.

Using the Space Ancestral Symbol, Mu Chen arrived at Great Desolation Commandery without taking much time, despite still being somewhat unfamiliar with it. His goal was clear: the Devouring Ancestral Symbol.

After asking around, he learned that the Great Desolation Ancient Tablet would open soon. If he missed it, he would have to wait another three years. Therefore, the Devouring Ancestral Symbol should not have been taken away by the Yin Puppet Sect yet. This was likely his best opportunity.

If it had already been taken away, then he could only force his way into the Yin Puppet Sect. Facing Yin Puppet Sect experts on their home turf would undoubtedly be far more difficult.

The Great Desolation Ancient Tablet was the remnant of an ancient sect, and Great Desolation Commandery had even been named after it. Whenever it opened, countless experts from all sides would swarm toward it.

If one could obtain a cultivation technique or treasure from within the ruins, it could be said to be enough to defy fate and change one's life.

"Mu Chen, don't underestimate ancient sects. Back then, there were countless powerful experts. Without the strength of the Life and Death Profound Realm, founding a sect would have been nothing but a joke.

"So be careful. There are definitely dangerous formations within the ruins. Once triggered, they could truly cost you your life," Little Marten said solemnly.

"When I was still in the Nirvana Realm, I was young and reckless. I explored the ruins of an ancient sect in the Demon Region and ended up triggering a formation. That was the first time I felt death so close. If I hadn't had a protective treasure, I might have died there outright."

It was no wonder he was so nervous. An ancient sect capable of possessing the Devouring Ancestral Symbol must have had a wielder with at least the strength of the Death Profound Realm, while Mu Chen was only at the late stage of the Qi Nourishing Realm.

"I know. With the Space Ancestral Symbol, I can leave whenever I want." Mu Chen nodded.

Little Marten nodded as well. The Space Ancestral Symbol truly was ideal for fleeing. Unless they were top-tier experts, no one could stop Mu Chen once he used it.

Great Puppet City was one of the top five major cities in Great Desolation Commandery. It was only two days away from the Great Desolation Ancient Tablet. Since it was not yet time for the tablet to open, Mu Chen planned to rest here.

It might take others two days, but Mu Chen would not need that long. That was the convenience of the Space Ancestral Symbol.

The massive city stood upon the plains, radiating a palpitating aura. Its enormous walls stretched beyond sight, making it impossible to estimate just how vast Great Puppet City truly was.

Tuntun lay sprawled atop Mu Chen's head, making him pay for all kinds of snacks.

"You little bastard, eating is fine, but don't get oil all over my hair!"

A drop of grease splashed onto Mu Chen's nose, finally pushing him past his limit. He did not even need a mirror to know how filthy the top of his head must be.

Without Yaoyao keeping it in line, the little bastard had become increasingly unrestrained lately. No longer needing to worry about big sister Yaoyao's safety, Tuntun did whatever it wanted here.

"Roar, roar." Tuntun let out a dissatisfied growl. Eating was only satisfying when one took huge bites.

In truth, Mu Chen's hair was not covered in grease. The drop that landed on his nose had merely been an accident. Tuntun would never waste even a bit of delicious food.

Great Puppet City was the liveliest city Mu Chen had ever visited. Perhaps because the Great Desolation Ancient Tablet was about to open, people filled the streets, and the city already seemed unbearably crowded.

The city itself was even more spectacular. Endless buildings stretched into the distance, giving him the feeling that it was practically a nation unto itself.

As evening approached, Mu Chen directly found an inn and booked a room for a month. There was no need to change places every day.

Moreover, with the opening of the Great Desolation Ancient Tablet drawing near, inns were difficult to book and were basically all full.

His frequent use of the Space Ancestral Symbol had left Mu Chen's soul somewhat fatigued, so he slept until noon the next day.

Mu Chen did not know whether it was an illusion, but he felt that there were even more people on the streets than yesterday.

Moving through streets like these, bumps and brushes were unavoidable.

"Mu Chen, buy Marten Lord some demon spirits," Little Marten said.

He had eaten Beast Soul Crystals in the Heaven Origin World, but now he wanted to eat demon spirits from the Heaven Xuan Continent. He rather missed that taste.

"Little Marten, aren't you a demon spirit yourself?"

Little Marten rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Can Marten Lord eat himself?"

"I'm not that hungry yet."

"If we come across any, I'll buy them for you," Mu Chen said.

After tidying up, Mu Chen left the inn, planning to return that night.

He had some Pure Origin Pills on him now, around sixty or seventy thousand of them. He had traded for them in Yan City. Source Crystals were useless here, since there was nowhere to use a Source Crystal Card.

Pure Origin Pills were condensed from the elemental power of Primal Core Realm experts and served as a tradable currency.

"Treasure Pavilion? The name is straightforward enough. I wonder what treasures they have inside?"

Mu Chen spotted a shop with practically no customers and entered out of curiosity.

"There's the aura of demon spirits," Little Marten's voice sounded.

When Mu Chen entered, he saw a middle-aged man sitting behind the counter with a deeply troubled expression. Even from so far away, he could sense the negative emotions emanating from the man.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Mu Chen asked curiously.

The Treasure Pavilion was deserted and business was poor. That was probably why the owner was troubled.

"What would you like to buy, sir?"

"This shop won't be mine in a few days..." The owner, surnamed Luo, explained the reason with a sorrowful expression.

It turned out that this shop was rented from the Martial Alliance. However, business had been poor over the past few years. There were many shops like this in Great Puppet City, and the rent was also exorbitant. He simply could not afford it any longer, so the Martial Alliance would reclaim the shop in a few days.

The treasures in the shop were basically obtained through trade with people who explored ruins, so there were not always cheap and high-quality treasures available.

"Boss, pack these twenty demon spirits for me."

Mu Chen was not some overly kind-hearted person. The shop being reclaimed had nothing to do with him. He was merely a customer.

"Alright, no problem."

Before their deaths, these demon spirits had all been comparable to Heaven Yuan Realm experts. In Great Puppet City, they were not particularly expensive treasures. They had been brought out from ruins rather than obtained by mercenaries killing them.

Little Marten was already drooling with anticipation inside the Ancestral Stone space.

"Mu Chen, head that way. There's something strange over there," Little Marten's voice rang out in Mu Chen's mind.

Hearing Little Marten's voice, Mu Chen became interested. However, he did not head there directly and instead pretended to browse the goods around him.

Seeing Mu Chen looking here and there, Boss Luo said nothing. He could buy whatever he wanted. There were no particularly precious treasures here, or they would have been bought long ago.

When he reached the place Little Marten had indicated and saw the item, Mu Chen froze slightly, a trace of delight appearing on his face.

It truly was fate's guidance.