Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

Xuanbao accepted the token and nodded to the four excited, flushed shamans: "Thank you for your hard work on duty."

They entered the core of the Witch Clan's treasure trove under the watchful eyes of the four great shamans.

As Xuanbao stepped into the core area of ​​the treasure vault, what he saw made even this well-informed and wealthy "moving treasure vault of the primordial world" twitch violently a few times. His lament of "wasteful" was upgraded to "outrageous".

If the outer area is a "rough warehouse", then this place is simply a "garbage dump ravaged by prehistoric beasts"!

There was no dazzling light or flowing Taoist charm as I had imagined, nor was there any orderly categorization or display. What met my eyes was a more chaotic and "random" scene.

This space seemed to have been specially carved out; it was a relatively flat and wide rock platform, but there wasn't even a decent shelf on the ground. Various objects emitting varying degrees of spiritual light were scattered everywhere in an extremely "unrestrained" manner, many of them even half-hidden in dust or pressed down by other, larger objects.

On the far left, a large pile of swords, spears, halberds, axes, battle-axes, and hooks—all acquired spiritual treasures—was piled up like trash, forming several small mountains hundreds of feet high! These magical treasures were at least low-grade acquired spiritual treasures, with many being high-grade. Their spiritual light should have been extraordinary, but now, as they clashed and squeezed against each other, many had dimmed, some flying swords were even bent, jade rulers were broken into pieces, and precious pearls were covered in dust… They were like toys discarded by their owners, carelessly abandoned here. Xuanbao even saw a high-grade acquired spiritual treasure sword, brimming with spiritual energy and with ripples flowing like autumn water, its tip stuck in the surface of an ancient bronze mirror, both treasures emitting faint, mournful cries. Beside it, several array flags and a tattered immortal robe were entangled together, inseparable.

Seeing this scene, Xuanbao probably knew that these were the spiritual treasures that the Wu Clan had captured over the years. They had all been collected and put into the Wu Clan's treasury. Although they couldn't use them, they couldn't let others use them either. The ones on the outer perimeter were probably recently captured and hadn't had time to be put into the treasury yet.

To the right lay a variety of strangely shaped materials, ores, and various innate spiritual materials. The situation here was even worse. Large chunks of "Star Iron Mother," shimmering with starlight but covered in chisel marks, were haphazardly piled in the corner, one on top of the other. Several pieces of cold jade, due to improper storage, had cracked and their spiritual power had been completely drained. Various animal hides, bones, and even skulls, radiating strange fluctuations, all possessed the aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Xuanbao even saw a piece of "Earth Core Fire Jade" the size of a washbasin, entirely red, with what appeared to be flowing magma inside, being used as a footrest for one of the legs of a three-legged bronze cauldron—the cauldron also looked like a spiritual treasure, but it was tilted at the moment, and its body was covered with some dried, unknown dark red stains.

Even more outrageous is that in the center of the platform, there are several huge and large objects that resemble a small mountain.

A physique at the Quasi-Saint level!

That's impressive, there are even six corpses of quasi-saint level beings.

"This..." Xuanbao opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. He knew that the Wu Clan did not value these external things, especially spiritual treasures and fine materials that required the control of the primordial spirit, but seeing his own treasure trove ruined like this was still beyond his expectations.

Well, I'm probably going to become a garbage collector now!

However, seeing those spiritual treasures beckoning to him, Xuanbao instantly gained motivation. Since the last time he obtained a large number of spiritual treasures, Xuanbao was certain that opportunities to acquire them so quickly would be rare again.

"Fine, since the Witch Clan can't use it... then it'll just be good for me." Xuanbao smiled and waved his sleeve lightly. "Consider it helping them clean out their storeroom and making use of the waste."

Xuanbao first targeted the piles of "acquired spiritual treasures." Although these acquired spiritual treasures were not as high-grade as innate ones, they were numerous, including many high-grade acquired spiritual treasures, though many were damaged fragments discarded by the Wu Clan. More importantly, these acquired spiritual treasures contained different Daoist essences, fragments of laws, and the painstaking efforts of their creators, making them a temptation for anyone.

"receive!"

With a thought, Xuanbao unleashed his "Sleeve Universe" divine power. (Whether it was repairing the universe or not was a minor issue; Xuanbao, already at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, could wield such great divine powers with ease.) The "Sleeve Universe," like a gentle breeze, precisely extracted one acquired spiritual treasure after another from the mountain of "junk." Those bent flying swords, broken jade rulers, dusty pearls, tangled array flags… were lifted as if by an invisible hand, transforming into streams of light that flew orderly into Xuanbao's palm.

Xuanbao only made a rough count, but he found no fewer than ten thousand acquired spiritual treasures! Most of them were of low quality, followed by mid-quality, and there were nearly a hundred high-quality ones. This wealth would make any powerful figure in the outside world envious.

After collecting the acquired spiritual treasures, Xuanbao turned his gaze to the area containing innate spiritual materials. The situation there pained him even more. Many innate spiritual materials, which were rare in the primordial world and some had even become extinct, were here carelessly piled up like stones on the roadside, and many had suffered great loss of spiritual power due to improper preservation.

"What a waste! What a waste!" Xuanbao sighed, shaking his head, but his actions were still decisive.

Xuanbao unleashed the full power of his "Sleeve Universe" technique, his sleeves transforming into two bottomless vortexes that emanated a gentle yet irresistible force of absorption. This time, he no longer collected items one by one, but instead used his supernatural abilities to envelop a large area, conducting a "regional cleanup."

First, there was the area piled high with innate spiritual materials.

"receive!"

Wherever his sleeves pointed, it was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Those huge pieces of "Starry Iron Mother," radiating inner light yet shrouded in dust, the cold jade cracked but still emanating waves of chill, the "Yi Wood Jade Marrow" condensing the pure life force of Yi Wood, and even the "Golden Crow Fire Feather" containing the true fire of the sun—could these be crow feathers from Di Jun or Tai Yi?

There's also the incredibly heavy "Earth Essence" that can suppress the earth's veins, the incomparably sharp "Taibai Sword Stone" that is naturally shaped like a sword, the "Ghost Crystal" that can absorb soul fluctuations, and the "Heavenly True Water" that can be integrated into water-based magical artifacts to enhance their spirituality...

Various innate spiritual materials, enough to ignite bloodbaths in the outside world, now flowed like rivers into the sea, transforming into streams of light of different colors and attributes, orderly flowing into Xuanbao's sleeve. He even saw several fist-sized "Chaos Origin Stones," radiating chaotic energy, carelessly tossed in a corner, still covered in dried soil. These rare treasures, capable of enhancing the essence of spiritual treasures and even aiding in comprehending the Great Dao of Chaos, were treated like roadside pebbles by the Wu Clan!

"These spendthrifts... no, they're ruining the family!" Xuanbao gasped, heartbroken, as he collected the materials. He roughly estimated that the sheer variety, quantity, and quality of these innate spiritual materials alone were enough to support the entire weapon-forging, array-setting, and alchemy needs of a top-tier power for several eons! Many other materials had also suffered significant loss of spiritual energy due to improper storage, greatly diminishing their value.

That spendthrift son is such a spendthrift.

At this moment, Xuanbao was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. These were all his, and now he had lost so much of them.

"Alas, what a waste!" Xuanbao looked at the spiritual materials whose spiritual energy had been greatly damaged, shook his head with heartache, but moved even faster, taking them all into his pocket in one go. Although these spiritual materials had some flaws, their essence was still there. With his methods, and by spending some effort and precious energy, he might be able to restore their brilliance.

After collecting the two main items, acquired spiritual treasures and innate spiritual materials, the treasure vault was now much more spacious.

Ah!

"This is... the aura of an innate spiritual root?" Xuanbao's heart skipped a beat. The status of innate spiritual roots is very special in the prehistoric world, even surpassing that of spiritual treasures. It's easy to imagine that innate spiritual roots can bear innate spiritual fruits, but they just need time, and the prehistoric world happens to have the least shortage of time.

Xuanbao didn't hesitate and quickly stepped forward, arriving at a corner of the treasure vault.

There was a small, relatively "clean" area where the soil displayed a strange five-colored hue, as if it had been specially treated for planting innate spiritual roots. But now, this five-colored soil had dried up, cracked, and lost all its spiritual energy.

In the cracked pit, dozens of plants of different shapes and sizes lay scattered about. No, it's not accurate to say they were "lying"; they were more accurately described as "abandoned" there.

Their condition was so dire that describing it as "horrible" was an understatement.

The most conspicuous thing was a small tree, about three feet tall, its entire body a fiery red. It should have been lush and verdant, its leaves like dancing flames, its trunk like a sculpted piece of red jade. But now, most of its leaves were scorched and curled, displaying a deathly gray-black hue. The few remaining leaves with a trace of red were dull and lifeless, and its branches were covered in cracks, as if scorched by a raging fire and then forcibly extinguished. The soil beneath its roots was completely devoid of moisture and spiritual energy. This was the source of the faint yet pure fire-elemental life force that Xuanbao had sensed earlier—a low-grade innate fire-attribute spiritual root. Judging from its form, it seemed to be a "Li Huo Zhu Guo Tree." If it could grow and bear fruit normally, its fruit would be a treasure for fire-attribute cultivators, further aiding in the comprehension of the laws of fire. But now, it was probably only a hair's breadth away from complete death.

Beside it, a strange little grass, no more than a foot tall, with silvery-white leaves and veins like sword patterns, had completely withered. Its leaves drooped to the ground, their silvery luster gone, turning grayish, with only a faint, barely perceptible sharpness struggling within its heart. This was a rare innate metal-elemental spiritual herb, "Sword Leaf Grass," containing pure Geng metal sword energy. It was a top-grade auxiliary material for crafting flying sword-type magical artifacts, and could also help one comprehend the way of the sword and the laws of metal. Unfortunately, it was clearly nearing its end as well.

There was also a small, pale purple flower twining around a withered old vine. The flower had long since faded, with only a few shriveled purple petals clinging to the vine, which was dry and lifeless. This was a "Dreamlike Ephemeral Flower," a rare spiritual plant with innate hallucinogenic properties. Its fragrance could lure people into illusions, and it had miraculous effects in assisting in the cultivation of illusion techniques and stabilizing the soul, but it was also on the verge of death.

The "breath soil" rooted in a palm-sized plant, devoid of any spiritual energy, was probably originally intended by the witch clan to cultivate these spiritual roots, but it was clearly not taken seriously.

The slender, verdant vine had only two small, yellowish leaves and its aura was extremely faint. This was the "Yi Wood Spirit Vine," an innate wood-elemental spiritual root with the ability to communicate with plants and gather Yi wood spiritual energy. It was an excellent aid for setting up wood-elemental formations and cultivating spiritual herbs, but it didn't look like it would live long.

There were a total of 38 plants! Their grades ranged from low to mid-grade, and there was even one extremely rare "Starlight Grass" with a tendency towards stellar attributes. Some were piled up haphazardly, their roots exposed; some were pressed under ore, their shapes twisted; some were discarded on ordinary soil or even rocks devoid of spiritual energy... Each one was dim in spiritual energy, weak in vitality, and most were severely malnourished, damaged in their essence, or even on the verge of death. Only a few plants with particularly tenacious vitality or extremely low requirements for their living environment managed to maintain a trace of activity, but they were also listless and not far from completely losing their spiritual energy.

"This...this..." Xuanbao looked at the tragic scene and was no longer just heartbroken, but utterly devastated and enraged! Wasting resources was not enough to describe the Witch Clan's behavior; it was practically a crime!

These are innate spiritual roots! Each one is born from the very essence of heaven and earth, containing unique laws and Daoist principles. Once they grow, their uses are boundless, and they can even suppress the fortune of a region! In any other power, they would be treasured and carefully nurtured like ancestors, a clan's most prized possession! But here in the Witch Clan… they are treated like weeds, carelessly discarded in this dark, spiritually barren corner of the warehouse, left to fend for themselves!

Fortunately, Xuanbao arrived early. If it had been another ten thousand years, even a saint might not have been able to save these innate spiritual roots. Without delay, Xuanbao went directly into these half-dead innate spiritual roots, put them into his Chaos Gourd, planted them in the Chaos Soil, and handed them over with the Three Lights Divine Water and Holy Water to ensure they could all survive.

He didn't examine the innate spiritual root treasure closely after finishing with it, because he had more important things to do now.

"Finally... is it time for the main course?" Xuanbao licked his slightly dry lips, his eyes gleaming with astonishing light. These were the innate spiritual treasures that the Witch Clan had collected over countless years—treasures they couldn't use, yet deeply understood their value and dared not dispose of carelessly!

Although he had already obtained quite a few innate spiritual treasures from the Witch Clan, he was certain that the Witch Clan would have even more in stock.

I'm not greedy for a thousand or eight hundred pieces; I don't think it's too many.

Xuanbao no longer hesitated and stepped inside.

The scene before him suddenly opened up, but even though Xuanbao was mentally prepared, he fell into a brief silence and... a kind of numb shock.

Contrary to expectations of dazzling brilliance and auspicious omens, this place was even more "reserved" than the outside. The space wasn't particularly vast, about a hundred feet square and several tens of feet high. But the "chaos" here reached a new level—a chaotic "overwhelming wealth," a chaotic "waste of resources" so extreme it could stop your heart!

There were no shelves, no pedestals, no categorization. Hundreds of innate spiritual lights, some strong, some weak, but all extraordinary in nature, were scattered like marbles discarded by mischievous children, densely packed and haphazardly throughout every corner of the space! Spiritual lights flickered on the ground, in mid-air, in the corners, and even... among the stalactites hanging upside down on the ceiling!

Ah!

This is the last of the Five Elements Flags... the Eastern Azure Lotus Flag.

Xuanbao never expected that it would appear in the Wu Clan's treasure vault.