The Northern Peak Emperor Lord's question flashed through Yu Chen's mind, and he chuckled inwardly.
Forget it. What does this have to do with me? If I can establish a foothold and guide Dao qi into this universe, let alone an eighth-rank inheritance—even ninth-rank divine artifacts would be of no use to me. If I cannot establish a foothold, then no matter how much I know, it will only be trivial curiosities of this universe, good for passing the time at best. There is no need to waste thought on it. With that leisure, I would be better off finding somewhere quiet to cultivate, advancing this world's cultivation system, and laying the groundwork for Dao qi's future integration.
After recording every divine artifact revealed in this battle, Yu Chen withdrew his gaze, turned, and left, no longer paying attention to the many disputes.
Just as he had once wandered through the Nine Springs Mountains, he now traveled across this land, measuring the movements of its earth veins and sensing the laws governing nature's workings. The number of divine artifacts in the Artifact Compendium steadily increased, and the system it constructed grew ever more complete.
The Artifact Compendium in Yu Chen's hand naturally rose from its original second rank to the third rank.
Yu Chen did not deliberately conceal the ripples caused by the breakthrough, and they soon drew the attention of the cultivators in the area.
A streak of white light descended, revealing a middle-aged man in a green Confucian robe. His looks were ordinary, yet his bearing was exceedingly steady. An air of upright righteousness surrounded him, making people instinctively trust him at first sight.
Even more rare was that Yu Chen saw virtually no sin upon this man. Among all the people he had encountered on his journey,