Zheng discovered the third floor was a space of chaos and disarray, unlike the formations of the four beasts, the eight trigrams, or the Taichi in the floors below. Refined Qi and Magic fused in a perfect state… or perhaps, one could describe this fused energy as a higher tier energy. Zheng couldn’t recognize it. It was through luck and chance that he came into possession of refined Qi and Magic after all.
Exotic shaped weapons and items floated in this space. Each item had a tempo. They breathed energy as if they were alive. Even an idiot could instantly tell the value of these items. They were the essence of the heritage left behind by the Cultivators. These items were perhaps powerful or perhaps possessed unique abilities. They ought to be more valuable than rank A or even AA items from the exchange system. Zheng was like the thief who broke into a safe holding ten tons of gold. He could only watch and take nothing away.
