At that moment, Ye Lin walked steadily along the ruins beneath his feet.
He was searching for the Liu Family's treasure vault.
The truly valuable things were all kept within that vault.
Those people were clever as well—across a radius of countless billions of miles, not a single cultivator had come.
As he walked, the corners of Ye Lin's lips slowly curled upward.
He looked at the ruins before him, then slowly raised his foot and stomped down.
In an instant, the ruins beneath Ye Lin's foot began to shatter further. Countless terrifying cracks spread in every direction, and the ground around him started collapsing without end.
At once, an incomparably magnificent underground palace appeared before Ye Lin.
The underground palace was exceedingly splendid, though a layer of light curtain enveloped its surface.
In response, Ye Lin merely took out the Emperor Sword and slashed at it again and again.
Countless streaks of Sword Qi rained down, making the light curtain over the underground palace tremble and quiver without cease.
After Ye Lin had unleashed eighty-one full-powered strikes, the light curtain could no longer withstand the pressure and shattered with a bang.
Ye Lin smoothly entered the underground palace as well.
The moment he stepped inside, Ye Lin saw a dazzling array of treasures. All manner of treasures had filled the entire underground palace to the brim, leaving him almost dizzy from the sight.
Any one of them, if taken outside, would have been enough to make those Rogue Cultivators slaughter one another in a mad scramble.
Yet treasures like these lay everywhere here.
This was the foundation of those so-called ancient clans—the foundation they had amassed through plunder.
Naturally, Ye Lin would not stand on ceremony at this moment. He accepted every last one without hesitation.
Everything within his