One day later.
Xia Ping received word from the Dark Web. His intelligence had passed verification and was confirmed to be one hundred percent genuine. The Dark Web had already issued his reward.
With a whoosh, a thought from him sent his soul back into the Dark Web's virtual space. A bald old man appeared before him—one of the Dark Web's overseers.
"My friend, your information was indeed genuine. You may receive one middle-grade sacred artifact. Here is a catalog of numerous middle-grade sacred artifacts; you may choose any one you like."
The bald old man nodded lightly. A virtual projection appeared before Xia Ping, listing a dense array of middle-grade sacred artifacts, along with extensive materials introducing each of them.
Xia Ping gave it a cursory glance. There were at least ten thousand of them. This showed just how extravagantly wealthy the Dark Web was; sacred artifacts seemed as though they were worth nothing at all.
"Of course, if you do not want a sacred artifact and would prefer some other treasure, you may make a request. We will do our best to satisfy it, but its value must be equivalent to one middle-grade sacred artifact. If it exceeds that value, we will not provide it."
The bald old man looked at Xia Ping.
"In that case, I need a large quantity of Sound Pattern Stones. Do you have any here?"
Xia Ping narrowed his eyes as he looked at the bald old man.
He had originally intended to obtain a large quantity of Sound Pattern Stones from the Illusion Race's treasury, but he was growing impatient. If there was a way to acquire enough Sound Pattern Stones from the Dark Web, he could now increase the power of his natal magic treasure.
He was drawing ever closer to