At this mont, Zheng Yi felt an intense longing to return.
So after instructing Jin Wuqian, Mu Jiangliu, and the others about the next steps, Zheng Yi imdiately returned to the area where the nuclear power plant was located.
The deserted nuclear power plant, which Zheng Yi had set up with an illusion array, appeared empty because the radiation intensified the deeper one ventured, and so no other living beings were present.
Zheng Yi returned to the spot where he had set up a gathering evil array to wear down the forbidden seal on the storage pouch from the Purple Mansion, and with a wave of his hand,
the site instantly rippled outward from the point of Zheng Yi's finger, radiating in all directions, shattering the illusion realm like a broken mirror, revealing the barren ground behind the illusion.
On that ground, a seven or eight-ter array stood tall like a black pedestal, with densely inset low-grade spirit stones around it.
Even before approaching, one could already feel the thick nuclear radiation and evil qi, almost reaching the limit of human endurance.
For nearly a year now, with the evil qi and radiation from the nuclear power plant as a driving force, it continuously wore down the forbidden seal on the storage pouch, powered by spirit stones, until today, when the task was finally accomplished.
This also proved once again the principle that constant effort yields success, and that even a steel bar can be ground into a needle with perseverance.
Even a seal placed by a Purple Mansion Stage cultivator couldn't withstand the erosion of ti, gradually being worn away.
As Zheng Yi opened the array, it revealed a mysterious storage pouch placed at the center of the black pedestal, entwined with seven or eight red threads like snakes, continuously emitting red light, though nothing much could be seen on the surface but a beam of white light shining from within.
This was a sign that the storage pouch was opening, indicating that the magical power seal placed by the previous Purple Mansion Stage cultivator inside had disappeared.
Zheng Yi was sowhat curious about what was inside. What could have prompted the Black Mountain Monarch and the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust to join forces to assault the city and attempt to snatch sothing from the jaws of the Nine Yin Hall tiger—surely it wasn't just for that Three-tailed Illusion Fox cub.
Zheng Yi beckoned with his hand, and under the sweep of his magical power, the storage pouch on the black pedestal broke free from the restraint of the red ropes and fell into his palm.
Picking up the storage pouch, he probed inside with his divine soul power and found that the seal from the Purple Mansion inside had indeed been completely worn away and had entirely vanished.
Had this been in the Great Yi City Immortal Realm, opening it so recklessly might have given Zheng Yi so concern, fearing that the great cultivator from the Purple Mansion Stage who placed the seal might sense it, leading to trouble.
But now he was in the Doomsday World; with an entire world in between, what's a re Purple Mansion Stage cultivator? Even if a Celestial Immortal ca, they'd be at a loss. He could do as he pleased without so much as a second thought.
Now Zheng Yi just wanted to know, what exactly was inside?
He excitedly extended his divine sense in a finer form, cautiously probing into the depths of the storage pouch.
This was a treasure trove diligently pursued by the Nine Yin Hall, originally reserved as the ultimate items at the Yanyin City auction. The Black Mountain Monarch and Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust eagerly sought it. Sealed by a Purple Mansion cultivator, the contents were extraordinary.
In an instant, Zheng Yi's divine sense seed to enter a dazzlingly colorful world.
His pupils suddenly dilated, his heart thumping wildly; he could hardly believe it—this storage pouch contained an abundance of refining materials.
"Purple Gold Profound Mother Ore, Innate Fire Source tal Stone, Red Bone White Evil Copper..."
"Is this... the looted warehouse of an Artifact Refining Sect?"
Just a cursory glance revealed a vast collection of precious refining materials, leaving Zheng Yi amazed.
Zheng Yi swore he had never seen such a vast array of refining collections in his lifeti.
And most of it was predominantly tal materials.
This storage pouch was like a mobile tal materials warehouse, with a sheer variety and quantity that made even Zheng Yi, who secretly controlled the Soul Catching Sect, Black Cliff Mountain, and Qi Family—considered wealthy among Foundation Establishnt cultivators—seem insignificant by comparison.
The key part was that so items inside were valuable materials that couldn't be purchased with spirit stones, as they had no market price due to their rarity.
"I'm rich, truly a windfall."
Zheng Yi exhaled deeply, trying hard to calm himself down.
After years of drought, this haul felt like a feast lasting three years, turning him into a fat man in one fell swoop.
No wonder the Nine Yin Hall made such a fuss. Last ti Zheng Yi returned to the Great Yi City Immortal Realm, he discovered they were still offering a large reward for that bearded fellow—the reason should be this.
This was no ordinary robbery; it felt like robbing soone's ancestral tomb and cracking their safe.
Zheng Yi's divine sense carefully inspected, discovering that besides a multitude of common tal materials, there were quite a few precious tal ores he had never even seen before, unable to identify them for the ti being, needing to take them back to study slowly.
Even so, the materials he could recognize at a glance already constituted a substantial fortune.
Not to ntion those even Zheng Yi didn't recognize; rarity added value, undoubtedly making them worth a fortune.
"What is this thing?"
"No, it seems to be..."
As his divine sense reached the bottom of the storage pouch, amidst the piles of precious ores, he found sothing different.
It was a rolled-up gold scroll, which intrigued Zheng Yi, prompting him to take it out of the storage pouch.
Undoing the clasp tied around it, the whole golden scroll was imdiately displayed before Zheng Yi. Its texture resembled gold, thin as paper yet extrely flexible, feeling like silk to the touch.
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