The Mausoleum Grounds before him were still the Mausoleum Grounds, but bones lay everywhere, along with scattered swords and armor that had lost their luster, and broken Magic Treasures of every strange description.
It was as though a great battle had been underway when some force suddenly appeared and killed everyone, leaving no one to clear the battlefield.
Some equipment was badly corroded, yet some still gave off faint fluctuations of spiritual energy and a dim glow.
The air held spiritual energy so unimaginably dense that it had condensed into mist.
That abundant, concentrated spiritual energy alone was enough to excite Xiao Yu.
If Earth had spiritual energy this dense, forget everything else-everyone could cultivate and become an immortal. It was that simple and straightforward!
Anyway, Xiao Yu felt that cultivating here, he might not even need a week to go from scratch to his current third level of the Core Formation Stage.
He would need no miraculous elixirs at all. He could just keep cultivating and breaking through without thinking, and if a breakthrough failed, try again!
"Look around and see if anything still works! Like those glowing things!"
As Xiao Yu spoke, he walked toward the first glowing spot. It was a short sword with an unusual design. When he picked it up, it seemed usable, but just as a smile appeared on his face and he channeled spiritual energy into it, the sword failed to withstand the infusion and silently crumbled.
His smile froze, then turned wry.
After being ravaged by who knew how much time, the treasured sword had been corroded until only its shell remained. The slightest disturbance broke it.
"No good. This thing's broken too. Let's look for something else."
"Master, I'll help you look around! It doesn't look like there's any danger here