Chapter 137: A Bountiful Harvest!
As the three individuals delved deeper, the pathway gradually neared their destination.
"This should be the spot," Du Qianjue said, closing his eyes, his mental power spreading out with his earth-based soul power.
The soil around them was manipulated by his earth-based soul power until it reached an area that couldn't be controlled, indicating a lack of manipulable soil.
"Right there!" Du Qianjue opened his eyes, his hand surging with soul power, and a pathway unfolded once again, leading to a solid wall fortified with steel at the end.
A faint, almost imperceptible glow covered the surface of the wall.
This layer of light was the soul guide protective shield and the psychic barrier of the secret munitions depot.
If this shield were breached, an alarm would sound inside the building, alerting everyone within to the presence of intruders.
That's when Xue Linglong and Du Busi would need to act.
The two almost god-like figures exchanged glances, and with a gesture, a massive amount of soul power gathered in their hands, tearing open the space in front of them like ripping paper.
Beyond the spatial rift, a dimly lit chamber appeared before the three.
Even without stepping through the rift and into the munitions chamber, the scent of steel and a somber atmosphere hit them directly.
"Let's go," urged Du Busi impatiently.
"Alright!"
The trio stepped into the chamber, with Xue LingLong's hand emitting an ice-blue glow that illuminated the room.
The chamber was approximately several hundred square meters with a height nearing five meters, lined with neat steel racks on one side and heavy, bulky boxes on the other.
Approaching the racks, they were shocked.
The racks were filled entirely with high-grade soul devices!
The lowest were of the seventh tier including soul guide bottles, cannons, beams, and protective shields...
It was all there...
Du Qianjue's eyes lit up, and tears uncontrollably streamed down his cheeks.
"Oh my, oh my, all mine!!"
"Hehehe..."
A cryptic chant rose from Du Qianjue as his eyes turned a lifeless gray, opening the gateway to the realm of the dead.
The Half-Plane of the Dead!
This was a gift from Electrolux to Du Qianjue, and also his biggest confidence in emptying the largest cache from the Daymoon Empire!
With the Half-Plane of the Dead, he could take everything from the building, not just these highest-tier soul devices!
"Xue'er, uncle, let's help together!"
Nine gates opened, and rich spatial fluctuations continuously emitted as Du Qianjue used his soul power to lift a rack filled with soul devices, tossing it into the rift.
After confirming all was well, Du Qianjue directed Xue Linglong and Du Busi.
The two nodded, their extreme combat capabilities coming into play again.
Rack after rack loaded with various soul devices was continuously thrown into the Half-Plane of the Dead, placed in areas Du Qianjue had cleared beforehand.
"What a harvest, what a harvest!" Du Qianjue beamed with joy.
The feeling of getting all this for free was simply... thrilling!
After emptying all the racks into the Half-Plane of the Dead, the trio moved to the other side where various boxes were placed.
These boxes were made of lead, designed to isolate the aura of the soul devices inside, preventing any leakage.
Just seeing these storage boxes indicated the soul devices inside were no trivial matter.
Typical items wouldn't need such isolation.
Du Qianjue eagerly opened one of the boxes, and a powerful aura immediately permeated from within.
Solemn, terrifying, extremely dangerous!
Grade-nine fixed soul guide shells!
"Exactly as expected!!!" Du Qianjue exclaimed, jumping up in excitement.
After opening all the boxes and inspecting them, they concluded:
Number of grade-eight fixed soul guide shells: 198 Number of grade-nine fixed soul guide shells: 32
The Hall of Virtue, terrifying indeed!
No wonder the royal family of the Daymoon Empire feared the Hall of Virtue so much, even Xu Tianran wanted to win over Jing Hongchen, the head of the Hall of Virtue.
It wasn't just because of the Hall's influence, but also its immense strength!
Thirty-two grade-nine fixed soul guide shells and one hundred ninety-eight grade-eight shells could devastate the entire Daymoon Empire.
From this, the strength of the Hall of Virtue even surpassed the top-ranked Royal Soul Guide Artisan Group, the nation's defenders!
"Take them all, take them all!"
This time, they weren't as rough as before, carefully transferring each box into the Half-Plane of the Dead, since unlike soul devices, fixed soul guide shells weren't built to withstand heavy impacts without risking detonation.
After securing all the good stuff, Du Qianjue looked at the now empty secret munitions chamber of the Hall of Virtue, a peculiar smile spreading across his face.
"Master Hongchen, I hope you like the... surprise I've left you～"
"Hehehehe..."
Leaving behind a message and a name, Du Qianjue slapped his backside and moved over to where Xue Linglong and Du Busi stood.
Du Busi gave Du Qianjue a strange look.
"Is this Zhongli Wu, from that so-called Holy Spirit Cult?" Du Busi asked.
"He's the leader," Du Qianjue chuckled, showing off his eight brilliantly white teeth.
"You, my boy..." Du Busi was utterly speechless.
"Nicely done!"
Then he and Xue Linglong tore open another spatial rift, returning to the earlier pathway.
Du Qianjue waved his hand, and the tunnel was restored to its original state, almost without a trace of having been dug through.
The trio then turned around and began digging another tunnel.
Next target: The royal secret munitions depot!
The journey was smooth sailing, and they once again entered a large warehouse, adhering to the principle of not leaving any trace behind, even the dogs passing by would get a slap.
The royal secret munitions depot was also completely emptied by the trio.
But this depot was probably just one of many royal stores.
The soul device reserves were even less than those of the Hall of Virtue, with about one hundred grade-eight fixed soul guide shells and only twenty grade-nine shells.
But it was still a huge harvest!
In total, they collected fifty-two grade-nine fixed soul guide shells and nearly three hundred grade-eight shells, along with countless grade-seven various soul devices!
Satisfied, Du Qianjue led Xue Linglong and Du Busi back the way they came, and the tunnel was seamlessly concealed once more.
(End of Chapter)