Xu Yang cautiously extended his spiritual power into the gourd, and a fairly small space soon appeared in his mind.
The space was circular, roughly two meters across-not particularly large.
Just as he had suspected, this really was a Storage Spirit Treasure, filled with all sorts of things. Most had rotted away into ash. What remained were some jars and bottles, along with spirit iron that had lost its spiritual essence.
With a sweep of his spiritual power, Xu Yang drew more than a dozen pieces of depleted spirit iron out of the little gourd. They crumbled to dust with a bang.
He shook his head inwardly. Time passed within a Storage Spirit Treasure, too. Who knew how long this thing had been buried underground? Everything inside had probably gone bad.
He took out several jade bottles that looked as though they had held pills. Their contents had likewise turned to ash.
He continued clearing it out, and sure enough, he found nothing useful. Even the things that retained their original appearance had lost all spiritual essence and become ordinary objects. "Hm?"
As he cleared away the pile of ash, a gleam of gold suddenly flashed within it.
Xu Yang's heart stirred, and a golden book appeared in his hand.
The entire book was golden. Although it might have spent thousands of years buried underground inside the Storage Spirit Treasure, it showed not a speck of tarnish. It still gleamed brightly, its smooth, flat surface polished enough to reflect his image.
"This material isn't gold!"
With a Weapon-Forging Master's eye, Xu Yang could tell at a glance that although the material looked exactly like gold, it was neither gold nor brass. Yet he could sense no spiritual essence from it. It appeared to be an ordinary object.
There were neither