Deep within the secret realm, the light was dim. Only a few wisps of faint radiance of unknown origin slowly drifted across the stone walls, casting an atmosphere so silent it seemed almost frozen.
Li Moxun sat cross-legged alone on a relatively clean patch of ground, his posture as steady as a mountain and his breathing long and even.
In his hands, he idly turned the eight storage rings he had just confiscated, his fingertips lightly brushing the cold patterns on their surfaces.
One of the rings was filled with a large quantity of spirit herbs, while the other seven had belonged to the seven Soul Masters.
They contained considerable stocks of various resources, including century-old spirit herbs. The quantities were all fairly decent.
The entirely black ring in particular made Li Moxun raise an eyebrow slightly.
That Black-Rank Fighter had actually possessed such immense wealth. There was even a set of Standard Two-Word Battle Armor stored inside.
One had to know that Standard Two-Word Battle Armor was far rarer than ordinary Two-Word Battle Armor.
That was because this kind of Battle Armor could be used by anyone. In other words, it could serve entirely as a spare set of armor.
Yet the vast majority of people could not afford such a precious set of Standard Battle Armor.
Only a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse like that man—and one who was also part of the Tang Sect's upper ranks—could afford to prepare an additional spare set of armor for himself.
"If only my clone could use it. But how can I make my clone use these Battle Armors?"
As he stroked the set of Standard Two-Word Battle Armor, a deep contemplative look surfaced in Li Moxun's eyes.
It would be wonderful if his clone could also use Battle Armor, but the abilities