Qian Daoliu had taken the Asura Demon Sword, Tang Hao had betrayed him, the Clear Sky Sect had declined, and Bo Saixi had left...
All these tragic experiences were things Tang Chen could neither let go of nor forget.
He wanted revenge. He wanted those who had wounded him to pay the price.
And to achieve any of that, he needed a foundation of formidable strength.
He wanted to restore his crippled body and bring his cultivation back to its peak.
He even sought to become stronger than ever.
And he had placed all his hopes in the jars.
He longed to obtain miraculous, powerful items from them and defy heaven to change his fate.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Suddenly, streaks of light shot out of the jar and landed on the table in front of Tang Chen, turning into plain-looking jars with nothing distinctive about them.
"They're here! They're here-the Lucky Magic Jars!"
Tang Chen's eyes lit up. He picked up the Lucky Magic Hammer that had appeared alongside the Lucky Magic Jars and smashed the first jar.
Crack.
Tang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.
Just listen. What a crisp, wonderful sound...
It was captivating.
But once a flash of white light had come and gone, the intoxicated expression on his face froze.
"A white item?"
"Common grade?"
He looked over. An ugly Sky Tree Fruit lay motionless inside the jar.
"Forget it. A Sky Tree Fruit is fine. It's much better than some gems I can't use."
Tang Chen quietly consoled himself, then opened the next jar...
And then...
He opened another jar.
Crack, crack, crack...
Crisp sounds kept ringing through the room, and Tang Chen's face grew darker with every jar he opened.
"Four or five jars already, and not a damn thing. How's anyone supposed to live