The Truth from Ten Thousand Years Ago

After five or six barriers had been completely dismantled, Li Qingxun finished recording the mechanism before him.

Toji Fushiguro raised his hand and slowly pushed open the final door.

It was an enormous vault door, yet in Toji Fushiguro's hands, it might as well have been made of clay. He pushed it open with ease.

Beyond the vault door lay something unlike an ordinary treasury: boxes of every kind, neatly sorted into categories.

The boxes sat on a huge display cabinet, with labels beneath them.

Li Qingxun looked at them with a hint of curiosity. He knew little about the Tang Sect in this era.

The previous era had been the Tang Sect's weakest. Back then, it had been so poor it could barely keep going.

If he had not hurried off to the Divine Realm near the end, the Tang Sect's legacy might have been cut off entirely.

Not that it mattered much. Whether the Tang Sect's legacy survived had little to do with him.

When one organization fell, another would rise. As he thought this, Toji Fushiguro stepped into the treasury.

It held all sorts of hundred-year and ten-year Spirit Herbs. Ten-year herbs made up the majority, while hundred-year herbs were far fewer, but it was still a considerable stockpile of resources.

Even a ten-year Spirit Herb could be worth tens or hundreds of thousands of Federal Coins.

These Spirit Herbs were, in essence, like gold in the world Li Qingxun had lived in before crossing over.

They held the same strategic importance: not only were they exceedingly rare, they also offered tremendous help in cultivation.

That was why major organizations converted the Federal Coins they held into resources.

Both Soul Bones and Spirit Herbs were standard strategic resources.

There were a few Soul Bones here too, but they were only hundred-year or thousand-year Soul Bones.

Most of them were Electronic Soul Bones.

These Soul Bones could not be passed down to the next generation. They had all been obtained from the Spirit Pagoda.

They could be absorbed or taken away, but they could not be passed down.

Even if these Soul Bones were useless to him, they could still be exchanged for a good deal of money.

Toji Fushiguro raised his hand. A brilliant golden Ring appeared by his chest, its surface gleaming brightly.

Runes surged. Then, beneath a dazzling golden light, the entire display wall and everything else in the treasury—

—all vanished into the Ring in an instant.

With everything gone and only an intact wall left behind, even the corner of Toji Fushiguro's mouth twitched.

He had seen robberies before, but never one this thorough.

The so-called Tang Sect Treasury had been reduced to an empty shell.

Toji Fushiguro sighed at the thought. He lifted his hand slightly, and the golden Ring vanished in an instant.

In the real world, Li Qingxun opened his eyes.

The golden Ring flashed briefly in his hand before returning to his white-and-blue Ring.

Sensing that everything from the Tang Sect Treasury was there, excitement rose in Li Qingxun's eyes.

Pills refined from those hundred-year and ten-year Spirit Herbs would have limited effects on him.

But having them was better than nothing.

With those Pills, he could improve his strength further.

That was a good thing for him, after all.

As he thought this, Li Qingxun sent his spiritual power into the Ring and began taking stock.

Once he had quickly counted and sorted the treasury's contents, he found roughly thirty ten-year Spirit Herbs, ten hundred-year Spirit Herbs, and only two thousand-year Spirit Herbs.

Those herbs alone were worth tens of millions of Federal Coins. There were also several bearer bank cards and a large amount of cash, somewhere in the millions.

It was an enormous sum, but Li Qingxun was not particularly satisfied.

Eastsea City's Tang Sect branch was, after all, one of its larger branches.

Under the circumstances, these resources were not that plentiful.

Compared with the Spirit Pagoda's eighteen core branches, the Tang Sect's core branches should not have been far behind.

The resources held by a major organization's core branch ought to have been staggering.

Yet impressive as this haul was, it fell well short of Li Qingxun's expectations.

"I hope the Spirit Pagoda doesn't have so little. Come to think of it, I should still have a back door into the Spirit Pagoda."

As Li Qingxun thought this, he gazed at the Pills and remembered the back door he had left in the Spirit Pagoda.

Ten thousand years ago, he had taken away the Ice and Snow Emperors, indirectly ruining Huo Yuhao's future.

Because of Tang San, he had been unable to wipe Huo Yuhao out completely at the time.

But of that generation's Shrek Seven Devils, including Bei Bei, nearly all had died by his hand. Only Xiao Xiao was still alive.

He had also destroyed sects such as the Dark Nether Sect.

The main reason the Tang Sect had not been destroyed was that it had barely existed at the time.

Even if he had wanted to destroy it, he would not have known where to start.

And because he had been in such a hurry afterward, he had never pulled it up by the roots.

That Clone had managed to become a First-Level God of Emotion chiefly because the Fantasy Dragon was so powerful, but his own cunning had played a part as well.

He had therefore left behind many contingency plans. Huo Yuhao had not died by his hand back then.

During the struggle for the divine seat, Rong Nianbing had still chosen Huo Yuhao.

But he had fooled everyone at the time, including Rong Nianbing and Huo Yuhao.

Using the Fantasy Dragon's power, he had wielded the Authority of Error and stolen the God of Emotion's divine seat.

That had also meant his Clone could only inherit the God of Emotion's divine seat.

Originally, he had planned for the Clone to seize Tang San's Asura God divine seat and become a God King outright.

But he would have had to wait until the Clone advanced beyond God Level before he could attempt it.

To steal a God King's divine seat with the Authority of Sequence Zero, when he had only been at the Titled Douluo level...

The problem was that if Huo Yuhao became the God of Emotion, he would certainly kill him.

In the end, he could only steal the God of Emotion's divine seat, become a First-Level God himself, and forcibly save both himself and Wang Dong'er.

At that point, he had stolen Huo Yuhao's divine seat, leaving Huo Yuhao forever unable to become a god.

But Tang San had intervened, so he had not managed to kill Huo Yuhao.

He had still left a few measures hidden on Huo Yuhao, though he did not know what Tang San had left behind.

At the thought of Huo Yuhao, Li Qingxun's eyes flickered, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

Come to think of it, he had left a particularly nasty contingency plan within the Spirit Pagoda. It had been designed to target Huo Yuhao and undermine Tang San.

Tang San could not possibly have left Huo Yuhao out of his ten-thousand-year plan. If Li Qingxun had another chance to cross paths with him, he might be able to activate that contingency plan in the Spirit Pagoda.

Li Qingxun's eyes snapped wide open.

His pale golden slit pupils turned to the side. Gu Yue had opened her eyes.

Her violet eyes fixed on Li Qingxun, and their gazes met.

Then Gu Yue thrust up her hand. A layer of pale silver scales appeared across her body.

Silver light churned, and the ice chains restraining Gu Yue shattered in an instant.

Gu Yue rose to her feet and stared coldly at Li Qingxun.