The Pinnacle Of Life

“Holy sh*t, isn’t this treasure vault a little too big?” Alex was dumbfounded as he looked around inside.

Rather than a treasure vault, it was more accurate to call it a warehouse.

The entire area was as big as a soccer field, with various items stacked inside it. Majority of them were of certain stones that had black and white patterns. The stone was heavy to hold, but there was no spiritual energy on it. It was unknown about its actual use.

Then, there were also various weapons.

Unfortunately, many weapons were rusty or rotten, and were no longer usable since a long period had passed. Some boxes that were piled in the corner were empty except for the musty smell.

Alex could tell that these boxes used to contain spiritual medicinal herbs, but these herbs would have a shelf life once it was taken out of the box. It was just a matter of how long the materials could be kept… No medicinal herbs could be kept for hundreds or thousands of years without getting spoiled, unless they were kept in a special kind of container.

Alex glanced at Old Whitey, and found that sadness was being emanated from its body.

“Is this the warehouse of Spiritual Valley City?”

“When your master was still alive, they came here often, right?” Alex asked.

Old Whitey couldn’t speak, but Alex knew it could understand his words. Even the things in its mind would be ancient for a cat demon that had lived for thousands of years.

up empty-handed. He found a storage pouch, and two spiritual weapons as

brim with spiritual stones. Spiritual stones were extremely precious resources that were used by cultivators for cultivation. Unfortunately, spiritual

would come in handy. As for the two

put

Spiritual Valley Tokens in an animal skin bag. At a glance, there were at

Spiritual Valley Token was not worth any money at

***

month had finally

Floral Valley ran over to report “Sect Master, the portal to go

stood up immediately. “Let’s go,

long since gotten tired of

Valley City to wander around, gather herbs, collect local cultural materials, admire the scenery, and even head outside to play those ‘game’ between a man and a woman. He was determined to make this kind of prison life into a

opened, Alcina left with

Luna was slightly reluctant. She turned to look back at the city and said, “Suddenly, I’m a little reluctant

to part with the

the city! Who would miss you? Once we’re out of this city, we have nothing to do with each other anymore. You’ll look for your wife, and I’ll find