The Eighth Layer, Silver Sky Realm!

After repelling Dark Star, Li Qingshan stood at the end of the seventh layer, the Purple Zenith Realm.

Pale golden pressure from immortal metal still surged toward him from every direction like a tide, but he could now withstand it with ease.

One hundred and eight immortal apertures slowly revolved within him, each like a dazzling star, holding all that pressure three feet away.

Before him lay a broad stone platform.

More than a dozen orbs of light, large and small, floated above it, each wrapped in a faint violet immortal glow.

Within them, he could faintly make out the outlines of treasures: some long and slender as swords, some round as pills, and others flat as jade slips.

They had floated here for three million years, awaiting those who were worthy of reaching this place.

Li Qingshan swept his gaze across the orbs.

The first orb on the left held a silver-white longsword.

Its blade was as thin as a cicada's wing. Pale golden law patterns flowed along its edge, radiating a sharpness that made the heart quiver.

It was at least a grade-seven origin immortal sword.

The second orb held an immortal pill the size of a fist.

Seven pill patterns wandered across its surface like living things. Even through the violet immortal glow, he could faintly smell its fragrance, which cleared his very soul.

A grade-seven origin immortal pill was worth a fortune.

The third orb held a jade slip densely inscribed with ancient characters. Among them, he could faintly make out "Phoenix Dance Across Nine Heavens."

It was an immortal art inheritance of an exceedingly high grade.

Li Qingshan examined them one by one, silently weighing their worth.

A grade-seven immortal sword, a grade-seven immortal pill, a superior immortal art, an origin immortal talisman, rare immortal