Standing outside the sea of stars, Pan Long looked at the objects floating before him.
By now, he could tell that they were half real and half illusory, suspended somewhere between reality and illusion. They did not truly exist.
Only by pouring enough spiritual energy into them could he turn these treasures from illusion into reality and give them solid form.
"First, I definitely need to exchange for the Holy Grail."
As he spoke, he raised a hand and tapped the Holy Grail. The large silver goblet instantly became solid, and he caught it in his hand.
"Next, the Scroll."
He reached toward the Scroll, then froze.
His reserves of spiritual energy were completely exhausted. He did not even have enough to exchange for the Scroll.
"The Holy Grail costs that much?!"
Surprised, Pan Long thought for a moment, then tapped the gun beside it.
Not enough spiritual energy.
He thought again, took the gun apart, and removed a bullet.
Still not enough.
Now Pan Long understood completely.
"No wonder the Classic of Mountains and Seas made the world smaller. It must have calculated everything down to the last bit of spiritual energy—there was only enough to exchange for one Holy Grail. Good thing I didn't wander around or cultivate in that world. If I'd taken too long, I might not even have had enough to exchange for the Holy Grail."
He sighed and was about to give up on the other items when a thought struck him.
A physical treasure like the Holy Grail was one thing, but couldn't he memorize the Scroll's contents now and write them out after he left?
Likewise, he could not bring the guns back, but he could take them apart and memorize their construction. Once he returned to the Nine Provinces World, he