Under the witness of more than twenty Golden Core Cultivators from both sides, Zhang Yao held Sima Yan's Storage Bag and prepared to open it under the scrutiny of numerous Divine Thoughts.
"Buzz!"
Sima Yan had already died, and the residual imprint left behind quickly crumbled under the powerful washing of magical power and Divine Thought.
The Storage Bag was swiftly refined by Zhang Yao, who gained control over it. Without hesitation, he opened the Storage Bag and poured everything out:
"Crash!"
Low-grade and middle-grade Spirit Stones piled into mountains, and there were even hundreds of top-grade Spirit Stones.
The remaining second-grade and third-grade Spiritual Objects, dozens of Spiritual Artifacts, along with the dazzling Magical Treasures, Treasures, and Spirit Pills, made many Golden Core Cultivators' hearts stir with desire.
But everyone's attention remained focused on a clump of sand that gathered together and looked like black mud.
"This is the Mitian Sand..."
