Jiang Ding performed the mana technique, murmuring an incantation.
Streams of blue-gold sword Qi emerged between his palms, fusing into the small mountain storage treasure in front of him, riddled with cracks, spreading to every tiny fissure, like strands of fine thread, sewing the cracks together, reinforcing them multiple times to prevent damage.
After a while, the light faded.
"Let me see how much money Zhong Yuanzi has…"
Having done all this, Jiang Ding looked towards the center of the storage treasure, no, the core of the storage mystic realm.
Heavenly materials and earthly treasures formed mountains, spirit stones formed seas!
This was no exaggeration!
It was the actual scene he was witnessing; treasure light soaring into the sky, straight up into the clouds, enough to make any cultivator lose themselves in this sight in an instant.
