Several days later, Qing Chen sat upright in the underground palace of the Cold Mountain Temple Branch Altar, his eyes half closed and his body steady as a rock.
Before him, over a hundred high-grade Storage Bags floated silently, some still stained with blood.
It was no exaggeration to say that these Storage Bags alone would be worth tens of thousands of low-grade Spirit Stones.
In the cultivation world of the Moon Sea Region, low-grade Storage Bags had cramped interiors, no more than one or two cubic meters;
mid-grade Storage Bags were slightly better, but their capacity was merely two or three times as large;
high-grade Storage Bags had roughly ten cubic meters of space.
Thus, when ordinary lineages transported large quantities of spirit seeds, low-grade ore, spirit rice, spiritwood, low-grade Demon Beast flesh, and various low-grade spiritual materials, most would not choose Storage Bags.
Why?
Simply because Storage Bags had limited space and could hardly hold large quantities of goods.
Hence, they often used flying Dharma Artifacts such as Spirit Boats to escort their supplies.
After all, only cultivators who possessed such rare objects as Storage Rings or even Storage Bracelets, like Qing Chen, could have storage space exceeding a hundred cubic meters.
However, storage devices of this kind were expensive, far beyond what ordinary lineages could afford.
They could therefore only settle for the next best option and transport their goods using Flying Boat Dharma Artifacts.
Moreover, even a single Storage Ring could not hold all that much spirit rice, spiritwood, ore, and the like.
At that moment, Qing Chen slowly opened his eyes and flicked a fingertip. A wisp of black-gold demon fire instantly sprang forth, coiling like a spirit serpent around Mysterious Altar True Person's hideous head.
Under the scorching heat of the mid-grade third-tier demon