Xu Qingtong led Xiao Qi cautiously toward the cave entrance and slowly made his way inside. It was pitch-black within; he could not see his fingers even with his hand held out. A thought crossed his mind, and he understood why.
Most ghostly beings disliked light, or even feared it. Naturally, there would be no light in this Ghost Spirit Cave Abode.
With no other choice, he went to find some wood among the ruins and brought it back into the cave. He formed a seal with his right hand, and with a puff, a fireball appeared at his fingertips. He flicked his hand, sending the fireball onto the wood, and the cave immediately lit up.
Xu Qingtong looked around and found that the cave resembled a bottle lying on its side, with a small entrance but a spacious interior.
Looking around, he found nothing except a pile of crystals in one corner. Xu Qingtong approached the pile and picked one up, but he did not recognize it. It looked somewhat like a spirit stone, yet it was not one, and waves of cold surged within it.
Following the principle that too much was better than too little, Xu Qingtong decided to put them away first, whatever they were!
"Xiao Qi, guard the entrance. I need to refine some magical artifacts."
Ever since killing the man in black, Xu Qingtong had been running himself ragged. Only now could he settle down and deal with his spoils.
He took out the man in black's Golden Light Shield and examined it carefully, spreading his divine sense over it. A moment later, he withdrew his divine sense, forced out a drop of essence blood, and dripped it onto the shield, beginning the refinement.
After roughly the time it took to drink a cup