Great Luo Mountain...
Looking at the immense tide of people within, the artifact-refining elder who had returned here wore a dazed, vacant expression. It was as though his body and mind had both suffered an enormous shock, plunging his entire being into an unprecedented slump.
The reason was simple!
Naturally, it was Li Su.
Over this journey of barely a hundred-odd li, the man had obtained five Talent Fruits, an Immortal Grass, and a third-tier ore the size of a fist, imbued with spatial properties.
Things that others might not obtain in an entire lifetime had all fallen into his hands in just a quarter of an hour.
The artifact-refining elder was undoubtedly an experienced man. He had eaten more salt than ninety percent of the Mythical Realm had eaten rice. He had seen much, and little could surprise him.
Yet faced with this situation, he was still so shocked that his mind went numb.
This was not simply a matter of Li Su being lucky. None of those things had appeared directly before him, nor had they fallen from the sky.
Every single one had been located in an incomparably dangerous place—renowned killing grounds deep within the Mythical Realm, such as Rift Valley, Decaying Forest, Silent Grassland, and more. Entering the first would cause one's body to silently split apart; in the second, one's flesh would inexplicably rot away; while in the last, one would vanish without a sound. Every one of them was fraught with danger, a place of nine deaths and one life. Even if one survived by chance, the outcome would not be good. They were lands of great calamity cursed by evil.
Yet this fellow before him had entered them one after another, right before the elder's eyes, and walked straight back out time and