Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

It noticed that one area was packed with magical treasures.

Every magical treasure emitted a radiant glow, making this section splendid and dazzling with golden light.

The total number of magical treasures probably exceeded hundreds of thousands, or even a million.

If an ordinary Artifact Refiner wants to craft so many magical treasures, it’s hard to say how many resources and how much time it would take.

If we could seize these magical treasures, then every cultivator in the Primordial Talisman Sect could have one at hand.

This would undoubtedly greatly enhance the strength of the Primordial Talisman Sect.

It can be said that this will also significantly enrich the Sect’s treasury and increase the foundation of the Sect.

”No matter how they got them, all these treasures are ours now.”

”Ransack them, loot everything for me.”

Jiang Fan couldn’t be bothered to assess the value of these treasures anymore; regardless of their worth, he stored them all inside the inner world of the Exquisite Tower.

Fortunately, he obtained a space treasure like the Exquisite Tower. If it were a typical cultivator, they might only have a few storage bags, and even if they truly came here, they likely wouldn’t be able to carry away too many treasures.

But he could pack up all these treasures and take them away without leaving a single item behind.

Rumble~~~

Within just a few minutes, Jiang Fan had scoured clean all the treasures in his line of sight, not even sparing the floor tiles and almost wanting to tear down the load-bearing walls.

After all, the building materials of this palace were exceedingly precious.

If possible, he even wanted to dismantle the palace and take the whole thing away.

”Too brutal.”

”The master has looted a massive amount of treasures from a Divinity Transformation Race.”

”The Celestial Roc Race is likely to go completely berserk.”

said the Taiyi Five Smoke Net, rather emotionally.

It knew just how many treasures its master had looted.

Even for a Divinity Transformation Race, it might take countless years to amass so many.

But now? Its master cleared them out in one sweep.

It thought that if it were the ancestor of the Celestial Roc Race, it would be fuming with anger.

No one can tolerate the treasures they’ve painstakingly accumulated being taken away in one fell swoop by the enemy.

”They will definitely go mad.”

”But the master will soon be on the run.”

”No matter how angry the Celestial Roc Race gets, they won’t be able to find where the master is.”

The Demon Refining Pot said proudly.

It thought that the Celestial Roc Race was indeed a behemoth compared to the current master.

If they learned about his master, it might indeed provoke a chase.

But unfortunately, the Celestial Roc Race could never know what its master’s true identity is.

Finding its master’s trail would even be a difficult task for them.

”It’s time to make a run for it.”

Jiang Fan looked at the now-empty Treasure Hall around him, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment.

Seizing the opportunity while the Divinity Transformation Ancestor of the Celestial Roc Race was away, he plundered the treasure vault of the Celestial Roc Race.

He had no idea how many Spirit Stones he made.

Of course, he also knew he couldn’t stay here any longer.

After all, no matter how slow the Celestial Roc Race might be, they’d eventually find out that the Nascent Soul cultivator guarding the Treasure Hall is dead.

So he couldn’t stay here any further.

Boom~~

At this moment, a message immediately penetrated deep into his sea of consciousness: ”Congratulations on surviving a life-and-death tribulation. You have obtained a Second-Grade Opportunity and three million Luck Points.”

Receiving this message, Jiang Fan felt a great joy in his heart.

It seems his gains this time were indeed substantial, even earning a Second-Grade Opportunity.

But now wasn’t the time to check the treasures; it was better to make a swift escape.

Then, Jiang Fan took out the Gate of the Void from his body.

Soon, he disappeared from here in a blink.

It was as if he had never appeared here at all.

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Meanwhile, in a palace of the Celestial Roc Race.

Here, several soul lamps were placed.

If one of the soul lamps was extinguished, it would mean the death of one of the clansmen.

This palace was guarded by a large number of Celestial Roc Race cultivators.

If any soul lamp went out, they would report it immediately.