Liu Changxu carefully put the mid-ninth tier heaven-burning crystal he had obtained into his Storage Ring, deeply satisfied. As he continued searching for spirit treasures, he became even more meticulous-his divine sense spread slowly over the newly conquered land like an invisible net, sweeping inch by inch across mountains and ravines, deep forests and secluded streams.
As his divine sense swept over the land again and again, every detail grew clearer in his mind.
Where spirit gold veins lay hidden, which dense forests held ten-thousand-year-old spirit medicinal herbs, even the courses of underground rivers and the density of rock strata gradually imprinted themselves in his mind.
The auras of spirit treasures that ordinary cultivators could hardly detect had nowhere to hide from his keen divine sense. Every subtle discovery deepened his understanding of this territory, as though he were lifting its mysterious veil with his own hands.
However, most of the spirit treasures Liu Changxu discovered were too low in grade to be of much use to someone at his cultivation level. He simply left them alone, treating them as opportunities for his wives and children to seek out themselves in the future.
Before long, he arrived before a towering volcano, which was also the site of Fireland Island's mid-ninth tier spirit vein.
The mountain stood over a hundred thousand zhang high, its body dark as black jade and its summit piercing the heavens, as though it meant to punch a crack through the vault of the sky.
The volcanic crater was vast. Scorching magma surged like waves, and billowing smoke laden with sulfur shot into the clouds. Crimson dragons of flame occasionally erupted from within, their might enough to burn mountains and boil seas, scorching even the surrounding air until it warped.
Liu Changxu stood in midair, his gaze