Duan Rong looked at the data panel that appeared before him, shook his head, and threw the old duster in his hand back to its original place.
A mere Artifact Spirit that hadn't reached any tier, he wasn't interested in devouring it at all.
Duan Rong continued to examine the old items in the cultivation chamber one by one, and the results were all the same. He placed a paperweight back on the stone table, his eyes flickering slightly. There were seven cultivation chambers here, yet the number of direct disciples at Yunfu Peak had never reached seven.
The cultivation chamber he was in now might not have been entered by anyone since its construction. Although it was dusty and the artifacts were old, no one had entered, so there were no Divine Soul Marks left to corrode the Artifact Spirit within, making it impossible for the spirit to grow.
As Duan Rong thought about this, his brow suddenly furrowed.
