[You opened the Storage Bag with a measure of anticipation, but what lay inside left you quite surprised.]
[The High-Grade Storage Bag alone was already an unexpected delight. It was eight or nine times larger than the Storage Bag you had taken from the Drought Demon, roughly the size of a main hall.]
[Three items flew out in succession. One of them was unexpectedly a familiar copy of the Essential Arts of Great Peace, identical to the one you had obtained after slaying the Drought Demon in Clear River Commandery.]
[Only, the book before you seemed far more ancient, weathered, and weighty. Compared to it, the one in your possession looked like a later rubbing, a reproduced copy.]
[You suddenly recalled the information you had just learned: Elder Huang Long was said to be the blood descendant of the Great Peace Daoist more than a dozen generations later. It now seemed the rumor was true.]
[You could not help but shake your head with a bitter smile. If the Great Peace Daoist knew in the underworld that his own descendant had fallen so low, he would probably bring forth the Evil-Slaying Demon-Breaking Divine Thunder and personally strike down this unfilial descendant.]
[The will of Heaven worked in mysterious ways. Obtaining the Essential Arts of Great Peace before now seemed like the settling of a karmic bond.]
[The second item was a section of peach wood over three feet long and as thick as the mouth of a bowl.]
[Its wood was deep and subdued like rosewood, yet faintly flowed with a jade-like sheen. Part of it was charred black, as though it had been struck from above by heavenly lightning, while another part was smooth and warm, as though nourished by immortal dew.]
["This is—"]
[Your pupils contracted slightly as