"Holy shit, did they collect every martial arts manual in the entire world here?
These cultivation methods are piled up like mountains, packed so densely there must be at least a million manuals. I'll take them first and worry about the rest later!"
Inside a spacious cave, Ying Ming Hao beamed with delight as he swept the mountain of cultivation manuals before him into his Storage Ring as though he had found priceless treasures. He took every last one, regardless of grade.
It took him over ten minutes to collect them all before he continued exploring deeper inside. A pile of dull, lusterless weapons soon came into view. Clearly, this world's condition had affected them, leaving them starved of nourishment, as though their souls had been sucked away.
These weapons were all low-grade, with even the best only reaching third grade, and many were damaged. Ying Ming Hao did not turn up his nose at them, however, and swept them all up.
"Mine, mine, they're all mine!"
Suddenly, glittering spirit stones appeared ahead, shining like stars in the night sky. As excited as a starving tiger pouncing on its prey, Ying Ming Hao threw himself onto them and lay sprawled in the pile, shouting. A satisfied smile spread across his face, as though these spirit stones were his very lifeblood.
Only after quite a while did Ying Ming Hao climb out of the pile and begin collecting spirit stones without pause.
There were countless lower-grade spirit stones, probably well over a hundred billion. The middle-grade spirit stones numbered in the hundreds of millions, while there were only a few million high-grade spirit stones and a mere few dozen top-grade spirit stones.
There were also dozens of spirit stone veins condensed and shrunk with immense magic power. Even the smallest