Several hours passed.
The pile of junk in his Storage Talisman had grown much larger.
He had also acquired three more Soul Condensing Stones, sealed in Jade Boxes. Including the previous one, he had now amassed four Soul Condensing Stones in his Storage Talisman.
All the evidence undoubtedly proved that a great battle had once taken place at the bottom of this lake in a distant era.
With the passage of time, the traces of this great battle had been buried and corroded by the ages.
Especially at the bottom of this dark lake, one would be hard-pressed to discover this fact if not for a stroke of luck.
The Soul Condensing Stones, however, had benefited from their Soul Condensation effect. On this ancient battlefield where countless Cultivators had likely perished, and in the unique environment at the bottom of the lake where innumerable Demon Beasts preyed on the weak, they had been perfectly preserved.
'Perhaps I can learn something from this...'
