Jiang Yuechu silently sighed in reflection.
Then she looked toward where the corpse had vanished and saw several storage pouches lying there. She silently picked them up.
She swept them with her divine sense.
"So there was this much wealth?"
The several storage pouches were stuffed to the brim, filled with countless heavenly treasures and earthly materials, along with several jade slips glimmering with spiritual light.
She merely gave the heavenly treasures and earthly materials a cursory glance. There was no rush; she could not recognize any of them anyway... But these jade slips did pique her interest.
She raised a finger and pressed it against the first jade slip.
The instant her divine sense entered it, dense lines of writing unfolded across her sea of consciousness.
At first, she was rather disappointed.
The entire thing was filled with rambling insights—how he had listened to a High Person expound the Dao at Azure Mystic Mountain in some year and month, which had stirred something within his heart; how he had secluded himself for three hundred years only for his qi flow to stagnate, finally realizing that haste makes waste.
They were all this old fellow's accumulated experiences from his journey.
Jiang Yuechu patiently continued reading. By the time she reached the middle, her furrowed brows gradually eased.
It was not entirely useless, after all.
Many things she had previously only half understood finally became much clearer through the records within.
For example, why Dao Armaments were divided into grades. The Golden Thread Ancestor had written in exhaustive detail in the jade slip that Dao Armaments were originally created when immortals used their own authority as a guide to seal a thread of heaven and earth's laws within an object.
The grade depended not only on the material, but also on