Chen Lin's brows drew even tighter.
He stepped forward and used the tip of the Two-Forms Sword to unroll the scroll.
There were no hidden weapons, no deadly poisons, and no divine souls waiting to possess him.
The scroll unfurled.
There were no landscapes or people painted on it. Instead, it was densely covered with endless mountain ranges.
Every mountain range radiated an extraordinarily dense aura of supreme-grade immortal crystals.
Chen Lin sent a strand of divine sense into the painting.
Boom!
The boundless radiance of immortal crystals nearly blinded his divine sense. A full hundred thousand supreme-grade immortal crystal veins lay sleeping quietly in the world within the painting, coiled like enormous dragons.
In a corner along the scroll's edge, there was a line of tiny words formed from Great Dao Laws:
[One vein every thousand years, renewing without end.]
Chen Lin withdrew his divine sense and stared at the Immortal Spirit Diagram in his hands, utterly stunned.
Just a moment ago, he had been worrying. Although he had previously squeezed out three million low-grade immortal crystals, once he reached the Human Immortal Realm, that paltry amount would never cover the needs of the ten wives and subordinates under him, all clamoring to be fed.
He had even planned to find some time to return to a combat zone like Blackwind Pass and rob a few robbers.
Yet just as he started nodding off, a solid gold pillow had fallen from the sky?
"A hundred thousand supreme-grade immortal crystal veins..." Cangyuan was practically drooling beside him. "My lord, one supreme-grade immortal crystal mine is worth a hundred million supreme-grade immortal crystals. Forget supporting ten people-you could support an army of ten million Heavenly Immortals with more than enough to spare!"
Chen Lin swallowed.
Wasn't this a little too much