Xiao Chen raised a hand and placed the ancient, dark storage ring into Xiao Yan's palm. His fingertips brushed the ancient Xiao Clan totem engraved on its surface, and his eyes held the wistfulness and hope of one who had weathered countless ages.
"This ring was one of my personal belongings when I roamed the Central Plains Continent. After tens of thousands of years of battles and trials, it has accumulated a foundation of cultivation resources that would make even the top clans of the Central Plains today green with envy."
Xiao Yan took the storage ring. The moment his fingers touched it, he felt an ancient, weighty aura wash over him. With a thought, he sent a strand of divine sense inside.
The next moment, even he—who had long since grown accustomed to rare and wondrous treasures from across the heavens—couldn't help but feel his heart shudder. His eyes were filled with shock.
The enormous storage space was packed with mountains of rare natural treasures, a dazzling array that seemed without end.
A thousand-year-old Earth Core Milk, Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Marrow, Nine-Leaf Profound Ginseng, Purple Gold Dragon Fruit, and many other peerless spirit medicines found only in ancient secret realms of the Central Plains lay piled in heaps and rows.
Perfectly preserved Seventh-, Eighth-, and even Ninth-grade Pills were neatly sealed in jade bottles. Their pill fragrance was rich and restrained; even a wisp of escaping pill aura would be enough to drive an ordinary Dou Huang expert wild with desire.
There were also countless profound iron divine weapons engraved with ancient runes, along with Emperor Tier battle armor. They floated silently in the corners of the space, their fierce, chilling edges radiating a faint aura that could intimidate all around them.
Beyond these tangible resources, countless ancient Xiao Clan