"The Han Dynasty, from now, has probably been over five hundred thousand years, yet we can still see its remnants. The Divine Sect in those times was indeed glorious." Zhao Xing mused.
He casually made a gesture, a gust of Gang Wind blew toward the interior of the Treasure Vault.
As the Gang Wind passed through, numerous items completely disintegrated into particle form, dissolving thoroughly.
"What remains must be at least Eighth Rank Treasures." Zhao Xing looked on hopefully.
As the Gang Wind swept by, eventually all the piles of remnants inside the Treasure Vault vanished.
"Hm? Something came out!" Suddenly, a flash of purple light flickered before Zhao Xing's eyes and flew out towards the door.
"Oh, it's a big catch!"
Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Xing was instantly thrilled.
The ones that fly off on their own evidently possess an 'Artifact Spirit'!
"Where do you think you're going!"
Instantly, Zhao Xing cast out the Sky Net.
"Pff~"
