What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

He didn't look at the document; he simply placed it on the coffee table beside him.

"Zhao should have already told you about the rules for Class A warehouses."

You only have one hour and can only choose one item from them.

"Whatever you choose, once you take it through this bronze door, there's no going back."

Old Qi put down the purple clay teapot, stood up, and placed his withered palm on a Bagua compass in the center of the bronze door.

With a series of heavy scraping sounds, the massive bronze door, which had been sealed for who knows how long, slowly opened inward.

"Go in, young man."

Remember, some things depend on fate; don't force them.

After the bronze door opened, Old Qi stepped aside and sat back down in his rattan chair.

"Thank you for the reminder, Professor Qi."

I thanked them and, without hesitation, stepped across the threshold of the bronze door.

Zhao Mingxuan remained outside the door; he did not have permission to enter.

The moment I stepped inside the warehouse, the sight before me made me turn my head in surprise.

This is not the kind of treasure trove filled with shelves and glittering gold that I imagined.

It is a very large underground cavern space with few traces of artificial excavation.

The entire space was divided into dozens of different areas, each of which was shrouded in a faint light curtain.

This light barrier is likely an array used to isolate the aura and protect the artifacts.

Inside the warehouse, various colored lights floated in the air.

There is a sharp, piercing sword aura, a chilling and eerie malevolent aura, and a warm and peaceful Buddhist light.

I slowed my pace and walked along the wide passageway, looking around.

In an area on the left, various ancient weapons are displayed.

One of the bronze halberds, broken in half, still retained a chilling, intense aura of killing intent.

On the right-hand side, there are rows of jade shelves.

On top were various jade boxes and wooden caskets sealed with talismans, which clearly contained rare natural treasures or precious elixirs.

Further in, you can even see some folk artifacts that are chained with thick iron chains and exude an eerie aura.

For example, there is an ancient bronze mirror that is only half left, and on the surface of the mirror, there is a faint image of a painful human face struggling.

There was also a dried-up corpse covered with talismans. Even through the array, I could feel the terrifying corpse poison contained within it.

Any one of these items, if placed on the black market, would be enough to cause a bloodbath.

And now, they lie here quietly, letting me choose them.

I know I only have one hour, and I can't just wander around here like a headless fly.

Standing there, I pondered for a moment.

At this moment, I don't need any weapons; the willow-leaf knife and bone needles are sharp enough.

There's no need for those pills used to break through realms.

The elixir has only recently formed; what it needs now is to stabilize it rather than force it to grow faster.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I don't really have any particularly prominent weaknesses that urgently need improvement.

In this vast treasure trove filled with unknown allure, an hour would be far from enough to rely solely on my own malevolent energy to perceive it.

If you rely on quick observation with the naked eye, you can easily be blinded by those seemingly dazzling and spiritually powerful strange objects.

As a result, I missed out on what was truly right for me.

Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly recalled my experience in the Lan family's treasure vault in southern Xinjiang some time ago.

At that time, faced with the dazzling array of Miao treasures, I was at a loss.

Ultimately, it was the black bone needle placed close to my body that stirred, guiding me to choose that seemingly ordinary piece of dead wood.

Ultimately, this piece of dead wood benefited me immensely.

Since the Lan family can help me make the right choice, can I still choose to trust them here?

With that thought in mind, I reached into the inside pocket of my coat and gently pinched the cold, black bone needle between my fingers.

I didn't take it out, but instead separated a wisp of the inner energy of the evil pill and slowly injected it into the bone needle through my fingertip.

At the same time, a cool aura flowed from between my eyebrows, connecting my spiritual power with the bone needles.

hum-

The moment the internal energy was injected, the originally quiet black bone needle emitted a subtle and high-frequency vibration between my two fingers.

This tremor did not make any sound; it acted directly on my mental perception.

I closed my eyes and tried to feel the vibrations of the bone needles.

Soon, I caught a very faint but exceptionally clear thread in my mind.

It really works!

This pulling force did not point towards the central area protected by multiple arrays.

Instead, it pointed to the deepest, darkest corner of the warehouse.

I opened my eyes, took a step, and walked forward following the guidance of the bone needles.

Along the way, I passed through several areas that stored top-tier magical artifacts.

But I didn't even pause, letting them pass by on either side of my sight.

Because the black bone needles in my arms did not resonate with these things in the slightest.

After walking for about two or three minutes, I finally arrived at the end of the warehouse.

This is a very inconspicuous corner, with even the light source being very weak, making it appear somewhat dim.

Deep in the corner, there was only a rough stone platform covered in dust.

A basic dust and moisture barrier was set up around the stone platform.

I walked to the stone platform, and the black bone needle in my arms was trembling violently.

That intense sense of resonance almost spread from my arm throughout my entire body.

I lowered my head and looked at the stone platform.

On the stone platform sat a black spool that was neither gold nor wood.

The surface of the spool is somewhat mottled, as if it has been through a very long time.

On the spool, dark blue silk threads were wound in circles.

These threads are so fine that they are almost invisible to the naked eye unless you look very closely.

They lay there quietly, without emitting any amazing spiritual energy fluctuations or dazzling light.

It's like a tangled mess of old thread picked up from some abandoned tailor shop.

But the trembling of the bone needle in my arms at this moment tells me that it is definitely not ordinary.

I stretched out my right hand, passing through the faint dust barrier, and my fingertips gently touched the dark blue silk thread.

The moment I touched it, a bone-chilling coldness shot straight from my fingertips to my head, making me shiver involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, I sensed that the silk thread contained a power with a very ancient and desolate aura.

This power even resonated strangely with the malevolent energy flowing within my body.

"It's you."

After muttering something to myself, I didn't hesitate and picked up the black spool of thread, carefully putting it into my backpack.

After selecting the items, I didn't linger in the warehouse.

I've already chosen my items, and I can only take one. There's no point in browsing any further.

I turned around and retraced my steps, walking steadily toward the enormous bronze door.