Deep within Panlong Ridge.
Zhang Yao spent several hours categorizing and sorting Yu Wen Tai's hundreds of years of memories.
Such vast memories and knowledge, like a giant library collection, cannot be realistically digested in a short time, so Zhang Yao can only store them for retrieval when needed.
"Swoosh!"
He reached out, and a golden embroidered pouch from Yu Wen Tai's waist fell into his hand.
The silk embroidery on the golden pouch kept flashing, like flowing mercury, appearing quite extraordinary.
This is a high-grade storage bag that usually only Golden Core Level cultivators can afford, made from precious materials like the stomach and fur of a space-attributed demon beast. Its interior is vast, and its protective power is strong; even if taken, it's difficult for others to claim ownership.
"Go!"
Zhang Yao quickly cast over a dozen spells, easily unlocking the restrictions on the golden storage bag, erasing Yu Wen Tai's divine thought imprint and leaving his own.
