Bai Zichen's chubby, white Nascent Soul was like a child with a new toy, running and jumping barefoot through the realm, laughing joyfully.
'I'll never have to lug around seven or eight cumbersome storage bags again. I can store anything and everything inside my own realm now.'
The longer one lived, the more miscellaneous junk one accumulated.
There were always Magical Treasures that were no longer suitable, Spiritual Materials with no current use, Spirit Stones, Talismans, Elixirs, Jade Scrolls...
A Cultivator who had lived for several hundred years was practically a walking warehouse.
Older Core Formation True Men would often choose to refine a Mustard Seed Storage Magical Treasure to avoid the hassle of carrying a whole pile of storage bags whenever they went out.
Bai Zichen's cultivation had progressed so quickly that he hadn't yet had time to experience this particular annoyance.
