Amidst the roaring explosion, Ying Aikun's Primordial Spirit rolled back, carrying his physical body shooting forward like a bolt of lightning.
Head after head of frenzied, screaming corpse items charged towards him, but Ying Aikun did not even glance at them. He unleashed a palm blow, and the fierce spatial distortion swept them up, collecting the corpse items into the Qiankun Pot at his waist.
The Qiankun Pot contained its own space; at a glance, it was filled with the busy soul cultivator factories.
At this moment, the corpse items just fell in, only to be swarmed by soul cultivators operating magic treasures, becoming raw materials on the assembly line. After a series of processing, they would become immortal materials worth selling.
The spatial structure of Kunxu was strictly controlled. In theory, individuals were not allowed to own truly independent spaces without permission.
