Chapter 521: Chapter 521
Han Yu took a deep breath and sat cross-legged, focusing his mind.
Carefully, he directed a thin thread of Qi into the ring. At first, nothing happened. The surface of the ring remained inert, its runes dim and cold.
Han Yu's heart sank. "Sealed…?"
But before despair could take hold, a pulse of energy rippled through his hand. The runes on the ring flared to life, glowing with a bright silver light. He felt it then, a faint sense of acknowledgment, as if the ring were recognizing him.
Han Yu exhaled in disbelief. "It worked…"
He could sense the spatial space within, vast and filled with items. That could only mean one thing. The ring had identified him as its rightful owner.
"Did I… copy his Qi signature too?" he wondered aloud.
That was the only explanation. Somehow, through the mysterious process of his rebirth, the Undying Life Charm had not only given him the man's face and body but his spiritual imprint as well.
Han Yu sat there for a long moment, clutching the ring tightly in his hand. He didn't know what had truly happened, but he understood one thing clearly.
He had been given another chance, another fragile, dangerous path forward.
And he was not going to waste it.
Han Yu sat cross-legged upon the cool earth, the night air brushing against his skin as he steadied his breath.
Before him laid the spatial ring, faintly gleaming under the moonlight. Its surface shimmered like liquid silver, every curve carrying faint runes that glowed softly as if whispering of the secrets within.
He took a deep breath and extended his spiritual sense into the ring once more. This time, he didn't stop halfway. He wanted to see everything.
A vast space unfolded within his mind's perception, so immense that for a moment, Han Yu forgot he was looking inside an artifact. It stretched widely like a small warehouse, with shelves, crates, and sections neatly organized.
At a rough estimation, it must have been at least fifty meters in both length and width, with a similar height.
That was no ordinary storage space, it was the kind of capacity only High-tier storage rings could hold, the kind used by high-ranking elders or powerful cultivators with deep pockets.
Han Yu's eyes widened as he explored the space in awe. "This ring… it's ten times bigger than both my pouches combined," he muttered, his voice laced with disbelief.
He had heard of wealthy cultivators before, some from noble clans or top sects, who flaunted their treasures in grand competitions. Yet even among them, this kind of space was unheard of.
Whoever the man he had killed was, his background was terrifyingly deep.
Han Yu's gaze moved across the countless items within. There were weapons... dozens of them, carefully arranged on racks.
Longswords, spears, daggers, and even a few staves gleamed faintly, their metal surfaces humming with restrained power. Some were clearly mid-grade, judging by the faint Qi signatures leaking from them.
There were also scrolls and sealed boxes stacked along the far side of the warehouse space. But what truly drew his attention were the glimmering piles scattered throughout the ring.
At first, Han Yu thought they were merely polished gems or minerals. But when his spiritual sense brushed over them, he froze.
"Spirit stones…" he whispered.
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Piles of them, glittering in the dim light of the inner space: low-grade, mid-grade, and even high-grade spirit stones. The faint hum of spiritual energy was so dense that it felt like standing in a small cultivation array.
Han Yu carefully began to count them, letting his consciousness sweep across the piles. The more he counted, the faster his heart pounded.
Nearly twenty thousand low-grade spirit stones. Ten thousand mid-grade ones. And, to his utter astonishment, around five hundred high-grade spirit stones.
He stared into the void of the ring, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.
"This… this is a fortune," he said softly, his voice trembling. "Even some elders wouldn't have this many at once."
His own savings from missions and trade back in the sect couldn't even amount to a tenth of this. If he liquidated everything here, he could buy not only a decade's worth of resources but possibly a minor estate or even establish a clan foundation in a lesser province.
"Just who were you?" he whispered to the unseen dead man.
The thought that this wealth now belonged to him made Han Yu both exhilarated and uneasy. He could feel the power these resources represented, but he also knew that possessing them painted a target on his back if anyone ever found out.
He moved further into the ring's contents, continuing his examination.
Soon, he noticed another section that caught his eye. Stacked neatly in a set of reinforced boxes were small, translucent red crystals. Each crystal was about the size of a fingernail, with faint crimson veins pulsing softly through its core.
There were thousands of them, tens of thousands, perhaps.
Han Yu frowned and took one out carefully, holding it between his fingers.
"Fire crystals are not , and this doesn't look like blood crystals either." Han Yu tried to identify them.
The crystal was smooth and faintly warm to the touch. When he closed his eyes and extended his spiritual sense into it, he felt an unfamiliar surge of energy ripple out.
The energy wasn't spiritual Qi, nor was it elemental energy of any kind he recognized. It carried a strange rhythm, like a living pulse, but it was neither blood Qi nor soul Qi. It was something else entirely.
"What kind of energy is this?" Han Yu whispered.
He tried to channel a thin strand of his own Qi to absorb it, but the crystal reacted violently. A sharp rejection flared within his meridians, forcing him to stop immediately. He winced, feeling a jolt travel through his arm.
The energy within the crystal was pushing back against him. Not just resisting, it was refusing his very essence, as though declaring him unworthy or incompatible.