It was already night, yet the Great City not far away remained clearly visible.
Row upon row of lofty pavilions and ancient palaces were magnificent and resplendent, adorned with carved railings and painted rafters. They were brilliantly lit, illuminating even the night sky.
However, what truly shocked Mu Yanxin was the height of these pavilions and ancient palaces.
He had seen many luxurious palaces, but most were only two or three stories high, and pavilions reached six or seven stories at most—anything higher was considered a tower.
But the cluster of ancient palaces before him, resembling a heavenly wall, numbered more than just hundreds or thousands; there were likely tens of thousands of levels.
They were true ten-thousand-foot-tall buildings, towering into the clouds, with their top floors invisible to the eye.
Moreover, ancient palaces floated in mid-air, and many pavilions were connected by celestial bridges and platforms. It was impossible to distinguish which was a standalone structure and which belonged to a palace complex.
Between these lofty pavilions and sprawling mansions, countless streaks of light traveled along fixed trajectories.
They flowed incessantly in a kaleidoscope of colors. Upon closer inspection, Mu Yanxin saw they were actually countless Flying Boats, carriages, and people standing atop Divine Artifacts as they maneuvered between the buildings.
“Cultivators?! Why are there so many?” Mu Yanxin exclaimed in surprise. Those dense streaks of light numbered in the thousands or tens of thousands, and that was just on one side of the Great City within his line of sight.
Both the flanks and the summit of this Great City were out of view; there must be tens of thousands, or even millions or tens of millions of Cultivators inside.
“What kind of world have I come to? Is this the legendary Immortal Realm?” Mu Yanxin muttered to himself.
Such a grand and spectacular Great City should only exist in the Immortal Realm, yet this was far removed from the legends of the Immortal Realm he had heard.
Only now did Mu Yanxin snap out of his shock regarding the Great City and look at his surroundings. He seemed to be in a wide, colossal pit. In this pit, trash was piled into small mountains, but the true nature of this trash shocked him even more.
The most common items were various styles of sabers, spears, swords, and halberds. These damaged blades bore mysterious inscriptions that occasionally flickered with faint spiritual light.
However, they were basically all broken swords and jagged blades, along with many things Mu Yanxin could not recognize at all.
Mu Yanxin could tell at a glance that these were all destroyed Divine Artifacts.
It was just that the quantity was truly staggering; it already far exceeded the number of Divine Artifacts possessed by his Magnificent Truth Sect by more than a thousandfold.
In addition to Divine Artifacts, there were also dilapidated Marionettes, both humanoid and beast-shaped. They were missing arms and legs, and some had large holes blasted through their chests, revealing twisted and deformed internal structures.
However, the designs of these Marionettes were vastly different from those Mu Yanxin had seen before.
It wasn’t just the incredibly complex internal structures that he couldn’t understand at a glance; even their outward style was completely different from the Marionettes he had encountered previously.
The colossal pit also contained the rotting, giant corpses of Demonic Beasts, some of which were reduced to bleached bones.
Mu Yanxin also discovered many inconspicuous Waste Pills near his feet, all of which were charred. Their numbers were equally staggering.
“How is this possible?! So many valuable Divine Treasures, Marionettes, and Demonic Beasts are just discarded here so casually?!” Mu Yanxin’s eyes widened.
In his eyes, this wasn’t a Junkyard at all; it was clearly a priceless Treasure Trove.
In the Magnificent Truth Sect, Divine Artifacts and Divine Treasures damaged in battle could be returned to the furnace for re-smelting, allowing the raw materials integrated during forging to be extracted and reused.
Even if a Marionette was destroyed, many internal components would remain intact, and the materials could likewise be re-smelted.
As for the corpses of Demonic Beasts, it was even more inconceivable. Every part of a Demonic Beast was a treasure; even their bones could be used for Pill Refining, crafting Divine Artifacts, or ground into powder as materials for arrays.
Even if these Demonic Beast bones appeared to have lost their spirituality, they shouldn’t have been thrown into a trash heap to rot where nobody wanted them. Only the charred Waste Pills were truly without value.
In an instant, Mu Yanxin felt an impulse to take out a Storage Pouch and pack all the surrounding “trash” inside. Even as a dignified Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, he felt like scavenging.
If the Magnificent Truth Sect obtained this colossal pit and recycled this discarded junk to refine the materials, their strength would likely rise by three or four levels, and they would become a hegemon of the Eastern Hua Prefecture.
And if those Grand Sect-States of the Eastern Hua Prefecture learned that such a treasure pit existed, they would likely fight until they were bloodied and battered just to compete for this trash.
Unfortunately, out of habit, Mu Yanxin felt at his waist and realized he no longer had a Storage Pouch. The storage item he currently possessed was the ring on his hand.
“How do I use this?” Mu Yanxin thought for a moment. Since it was a Storage Magical Artifact, the principle shouldn’t be much different from a normal Divine Artifact. He decided to try inputting Mana.
Sure enough, the ring emitted a glow. A line of text surfaced on its black surface, followed immediately by a female voice ringing in Mu Yanxin’s head: “Hello, Master Mu Yanxin. Welcome.”
“Who is it?!” Mu Yanxin asked in alarm. This voice sounding directly in his brain was just like the voice transmissions used between cultivators, but his Spirit Sense did not detect anyone nearby.
This could only mean the other party’s cultivation and strength far surpassed his current Qi Refining level. But if that were the case, why would they address him as Master? It was completely illogical.
“I am your Terminal Ring Little Assistant, Master. Do you have any requests?” the female voice said. She spoke a language Mu Yanxin had never heard before, yet for some reason, he understood the meaning perfectly.
“Terminal Ring? You are this?” Mu Yanxin raised his hand and looked at the flickering ring. The ring then pulsed with a green light: “Yes, my Master.”
In Mu Yanxin’s understanding, only an Artifact Spirit could speak, and it would have to be an extremely high-level Artifact Spirit with developed intelligence.
But this was merely a Divine Artifact. He could only ask in confusion, “Are you an Artifact Spirit?”
“No, Master. I am only a Smart Assistant; I am still very far from being an Artifact Spirit,” the ring replied in the voice of a young girl.
Mu Yanxin breathed a sigh of relief. If this female voice had admitted to being an Artifact Spirit, it would have been too shocking.
Although he didn’t understand what a Smart Assistant was, he at least knew this female voice indeed belonged to his Divine Artifact, bore him no ill will, and that the artifact was called a Terminal Ring.
Mu Yanxin also noticed that the female voice had just addressed him as Mu Yanxin. He had clearly moved into a new physical body, which meant the original owner of this body had the same name as him.
Was it because they shared the same name that he had been swapped into this body?
Both the construction and the conversational ability of this ring were vastly different from the Divine Artifacts in Mu Yanxin’s memory.
Fortunately, the method of use was still similar: input Mana to activate it, then probe inside with Spirit Sense. Sure enough, there was an internal space similar to a Storage Pouch.
Unlike a Storage Pouch, the internal space of the Terminal Ring was divided into several zones, and each zone had different labels that could be checked with Spirit Sense.
“Divine Artifact, Elixir, Talisman Paper… Hmm? Junk District? Snacks? And what is a Figurine? There’s even a Privacy Area?” Mu Yanxin stared at the storage space classifications with a look of utter bewilderment.