Wang Wei sat cross-legged in his cultivation. He forced a drop of blood from his finger to bind himself to the space ring, gaining access to the inner content. Everything was separated into three areas: books, spiritual plants, and a small pile of red glowing crystal the size of a tennis ball. The quantity of each area displeased Wang Wei, but he understood this was gathered in a hurry, so it would have to do for now.
The first thing he checked out was the books, specifically the cultivation techniques. One of them, in particular, was noticeable because it naturally emits a unique and potent Dao Rhyme.
"Flame Origin Canon," Wang Wei muttered. "This should be the Fusan clan's primary technique, but it seems to only cultivate up to the Infant Fiendgod Realm — no wonder she wanted me to retrieve their inheritance."
