Chapter 700: Saint Dongming
The short cultivator wore a bitter smile.
"Believe it or not, Daoists, I truly did not obtain any useful treasure.
"That cave dwelling was located in an unusual place, inside a nameless cavern on an island, opened up by a senior cultivator through immense power. The reason this Transformation Realm demonic beast hide decayed so easily is undoubtedly related to that cave.
"There was a strange, unidentified cold mist within the cave, not only extremely frigid but also possessing a terrifying corrosive force.
"The cave dwelling was divided into three layers. Due to the barriers being constantly assaulted by the cold mist over an unknown number of years, the first two layers had lost most of their power. Only then was I able to break through. But for the same reason, the cold mist had already invaded long ago, and every treasure stored within those layers had been completely corroded.
"Only the third layer’s barrier appeared intact. The treasures inside might have been spared."
To strengthen his argument, Daoist Fan produced a pill and a spirit talisman one after another. Both had decayed completely, just like the beast hide.
The pill had lost all spiritual essence, reduced to a lump of misshapen residue. Its original form as a spiritual elixir could no longer be recognized.
The talisman was even more fragile. As it passed from hand to hand, a female cultivator tugged slightly at a corner, and it unexpectedly tore. In the next moment, it disintegrated into countless fragments.
She quickly apologized, but Daoist Fan waved it off casually. "Even a spirit talisman like this couldn’t escape destruction. Can any of you think of a treasure capable of withstanding such corrosion?"