I am a living immortal.

Su Mu randomly found a treasure box.

To him, apart from the artistic conception of the three seasons, summer, autumn and winter, the others were not much different. Unfortunately, there was nothing he wanted among these thousands of treasure boxes. It was not that there was no connection at all. The connection between heaven and earth was much closer than he had imagined. There was more or less some connection, but this was not what Su Mu wanted.

Sometimes he feels that he is asking too much, but this is the path he wants, and he doesn't want to compromise.

So he chose a treasure box of slightly higher quality, pointed his finger at it, and a white light flashed in front of him, and he appeared in an unfamiliar environment.

The space in this treasure box is actually not big, but it is not small either. It is like a fragmented world. The edges on all four sides are surrounded, that is, the four walls, top and bottom of the treasure box, and the sun above is just a projection.

However, this ray of sunlight was not as bright as the one Su Mu saw in the outside world. Instead, it was a little dim, like an incandescent lamp that had been used for a long time, a little drowsy and hazy.

Under the illumination of such sunlight, this whole area looks strange, with large tracts of strange-looking woods. There are actually living creatures in this treasure box space, crows, and dead trees are often accompanied by crows.

These guys with bloodshot pupils tilted their heads to look at this sudden uninvited guest. They were not afraid and just looked at Su Mu. They could even see their own reflections in the other's pupils.

The quality of this treasure box is the highest among all the treasure boxes.

Speaking of which, besides the aura emanating from the treasure chest, Su Mu and the others also discovered that the higher the quality of the treasure chest, the higher the quality of the treasures contained within. As mentioned before, these treasures are not simply dead objects. Whether those innate gods have pledged them to the Ghost Market or stored them here, they are not simple objects. Just like the dragon scale of the mirage dragon, if the original body is not present in person, it is not so easy to reclaim. It is a part of the mirage dragon's authority, like a smaller mirage dragon.

These treasures that give birth to spirituality will escape.

If these treasure boxes were not more secure, these treasures would have escaped on their own without anyone having to help.

But Su Mu felt that compared to these treasures, he felt that these treasure boxes were more useful. He realized belatedly that after taking the treasures, he would take a few treasure boxes back. He couldn't take them all with him. These treasure boxes were embedded in the void from the moment they were constructed. If he wanted to take them away, he would have to take the entire void with him. That was why he had to ask them to come in and take these treasures. Otherwise, why bother? Wouldn't it be easier to just wave his hand and take the treasure boxes with him?

Although he couldn't take all of them away, he could still steal one or two.

Thinking of this, Su Mu had already walked into the dead and twisted jungle. Apart from the few crows he met at the beginning, he had not encountered any other living creatures, not even insects. It was dead silent.

"I don't know who this treasure belongs to. It's so strange." Su Mu murmured softly.

The ground was dry and cracked, and the dead branches made a creaking sound when he stepped on them, which was very noticeable in the silence. Soon, he came to an open space.

He knew that the place ahead should be where the treasure was stored.

It was an altar, with strange, primitive murals, and several large rocks randomly placed. A tall figure sat upright on top of them. His eyes were closed, as if he was dozing. Although it was a human figure, dozens of arms appeared beneath his wide robes.

This ancient and strange breath.

But Su Mu was not afraid. He was not even afraid of the real bodies of those ancient beings, let alone just a weapon.

That huge figure was not the real body, but an existence similar to the spirit of the weapon, but compared to the spirit of the weapon, it was more... advanced.

They have their own thoughts and bodies, a living being, and their true form is the giant sword inserted beside them. This sword is very strange, the blade looks like rock, and the handle is casually wrapped with straps, just like this altar, very primitive.

But the deathly silence wrapped around the sword was real, and the ground was littered with bones.

When Su Mu approached, the huge figure suddenly opened his eyes.

Su Mu couldn't describe what kind of eyes those were. They were very empty, just like this lonely jungle. No expression could be seen in them, whether Su Mu came or not.

Just so quietly.

Even as Su Mu approached, those hollow eyes didn't shift a muscle. A pair of bony hands stretched out from under the enormous cloak, flesh and blood churning in their hands. Soon, a crow appeared in his hands, and with a few hops, it spread its wings and flew high into the sky.

This action was also like subconscious. This huge figure was like a puppet that had lost its soul, relying entirely on instinct.

Su Mu came to the giant sword.

This was clearly a sword discarded by its owner, as one could see from a closer look that it was covered in cracks. A spiritual sword, a sword that had fought with its owner for years, had been carelessly discarded here, like a damaged weapon, useless, its origin unknown.

In a blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years passed.

This was something Su Mu had never thought of. In fact, because the people who created them were too high-level, it was too easy for them to give birth to intelligence and become real living beings. How could they feel good about being abandoned?

What's more, this sword has the power of "death". It killed this twisted jungle and also killed its own intelligence, which resulted in such a scene.

Su Mu sighed. The sword was dead, killed by himself.

While sighing, Su Mu reached out for the sword.

With a slight effort, Su Mu absorbed the dead silence surrounding the sword. This rule was very light, but its quality was surprisingly high. He poured it into the world he was creating as nutrients.

When the last trace of deathly silence vanished, the sword disintegrated, transforming into a cloud of sand that drifted away into the distance. The figure also vanished, without a single sound or attempt at communication from beginning to end.

This time, the harvest was much easier than expected, perhaps because of the special nature of this treasure chest. The reward wasn't always proportional to the effort, but that didn't matter to Su Mu. There was nothing he couldn't take away from him.

After taking the contents of the treasure box, the entire world inside the box was formatted, instantly returning to a vast expanse of white. In the blink of an eye, Su Mu appeared in the outside world.

The means used to build this ghost market in the ruins are really very ingenious. Maybe it was really built by Zhulong, because there are traces of Zhulong everywhere here.