Even If You Seek Treasure with All Your Heart and Gain Nothing, an Unintentional Act Can Turn into Something Huge

Inside the pill chamber.

Li Changshou sat before the pill furnace, watching the several clusters of furnace fire gently flicker. Part of his mind guided the coachman Paper Daoist over mountains and ridges, hurrying toward the Southern Jambu Continent.

If this had been when Primordial Wilderness had first opened, treasures would have littered the land. One could take a few casual steps and pick up something Innate.

After all, the entire Primordial Wilderness had then been born from the 'Innate Dao.'

But now, the Primordial Wilderness had existed for who knew how many yuanhui. Great calamities had fallen wave after wave; Innate beings, dragons and phoenixes, witches and demons, the human race—they had all passed through several great eras...

Unmanifested Innate Spiritual Treasures, much like Saint Lords, were truly as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns—rare among the rare.

No, that was not quite right. In the Primordial Wilderness, there should have been quite a few collectors of phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

If one sought treasure nowadays, the first choice should be the Central Divine Continent, where the odds of encountering treasure were greater.

Yet Li Changshou did not want to blindly stumble into fortuitous encounters without any aim.

Just as when he had first earned Old Man Wan Linjun's favor: through careful calculations and meticulous research, he had catered to his preferences, planted foreshadowing in advance, and ultimately obtained the Poison Scripture for protecting his Dao.

Treasure-hunting was the same. It had to be planned in painstaking detail.

First, he wrote a copy of the Treasure-Hunting Conduct Manual.

This manual had only three core principles: calculate karmic gains and losses clearly, consider matters of conscience carefully, and do not disgrace Human Teaching.

Second, he needed to establish a primary goal to strive toward.

What Li Changshou was