Chapter 446

Chapter 446: So Many Treasures

Fang Lie first wandered around the seventh level and quickly found the Dao Pattern Heavenly Eye. This treasure clearly hadn’t been excavated from ruins but was originally stored here.

Though valuable, its high price and requirement to pair with the Earth Eye for full effectiveness meant no Ghost Realm Sect disciples had claimed it over the years, leaving this windfall for Fang Lie.

The little rooster pecked through the restriction as usual. Fang Lie swiftly grabbed his first Spoils of War!

Admiring the intricate innate Dao Patterns on the treasure, Fang Lie laughed. "This alone makes the trip worthwhile!"

"Quit gloating! Head to the eighth floor!" the old bird snapped. "We might get caught any moment – move faster!"

"Right!" Fang Lie rushed to the staircase but halted abruptly.

Each floor separation contained formidable restrictions requiring proper authorization.

The rooster’s eyes glowed while analyzing the barriers.

After absorbing millions of Magic Spirits, the Benevolence Token’s computational power reached terrifying levels.

These Ninth-Rank restrictions appeared as thin light screens but actually concealed hundreds of interwoven defensive layers in the void.

Triggering any could instantly kill a Thunder Tribulation Immortal!

Even Semi-Immortals needed hours to breach these barriers through brute force.

The Benevolence Token cracked them in ten breaths.

The rooster spat green light, dissolving the barrier momentarily. Fang Lie dashed through as it reformed instantly behind him.

"Couldn’t that last longer?" Fang Lie complained, wiping cold sweat. "Proper access shouldn’t be this brief!"

"Fool!" the old bird retorted. "Legitimate entries leave records under the Formation’s surveillance! We’re erasing traces while breaking in! Be grateful for that one-second gap!"

Grumbling, Fang Lie ascended to find himself stunned.

The eighth floor spanned mere hundred square feet, its walls lined with niches containing 100-200 items.

Every piece qualified as premium Eighth-rank treasures, including over a dozen Eighth-Rank Treasures – more than Fang Lie had ever seen. His hands trembled with excitement.

"We’re rich! Even the Sect Leader can’t match this!" Fang Lie exclaimed.

"Mo Qianxun still outclasses you," the old bird countered. "The Mo Sect’s leader ranks among the wealthiest Semi-Immortals. But ordinary Semi-Immortals only own handfuls of Eighth-rank Treasures. Looting this place would match a junior Semi-Immortal’s wealth."

"But there’s over ten Eighth-Rank Treasures here!" Fang Lie protested.

"Those old foxes control vast territories generating endless resources. You need ten Iron-Walled Jin Cities before comparing!" the bird scoffed.

Moving to the nearest niche, Fang Lie found a thick scripture radiating potent Buddhist energy through its restrictions.

"The Crossing Calamity Sutra!" the old bird gasped. "Made from an Arhat’s skin! This Lotus Dharma Sect heirloom vanished millennia ago after their Elder’s ambush. Only Ninth-Rank power could’ve destroyed his retinue – yet this Eighth-rank treasure survived!"

"Enough history! Break the restriction!" Fang Lie urged.

"Patience! Three thousand layered barriers need unraveling," the bird replied.

Exploring nearby, Fang Lie discovered a bronze carriage with eight massive steeds and two Puppet Soldiers. "This feels like Mo Sect craftsmanship!"

"It is!" the bird confirmed. "The Eight Steeds Carriage – eighth-rank middle-grade treasure lost five millennia ago. Mo Qianxun’s uncle disappeared with it. Returning this will let you extort him nicely."

Next, seven hair-thin green needles caught his eye.

"Netherworld Ghost Needles," the bird explained. "Individually weak eighth-rank low-grade items, but seven together form the Netherworld Ghost Fire Formation to challenge late-stage Thunder Tribulation cultivators."

A pair of green Flying Swords followed. "Yin-Yang Netherworld Ghost Fire Swords – double the power when combined."

Finally, twelve identical Netherworld Ghost Fire Flags appeared. "Individually pathetic, but twelve flags together could slaughter late-stage Thunder Tribulation experts. You’re stealing nearly half the sect’s collection!"

"Hah! Serves them right!" Fang Lie crowed. "Hurry up with the restrictions!"

"Starting with the needles," the old bird chuckled. "Your greed amuses me."