Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

When he looked at the ancient battlefield before him, there was no thunderous war drums, no sounds of soldiers fighting on both sides, only exposed corpses. The once golden armor and weapons had now become a pile of rusty scrap metal.

On the gloomy earth lay the corpses of men and beasts, as well as broken and shattered spears, swords, shields, and crossbows. The chariots were scattered and lying on the ground, the banners no longer fluttered, and only tattered pieces of cloth remained on the long poles.

Wang Mu walked slowly, looking at the scattered bones at his feet. Many of them were unrecognizable, and he could only guess their identities from their clothing.

After walking for half an hour, he counted that the factions on the battlefield came from more than a dozen sides, including alien races, orcs, elves, and all sorts of other races.

He bent down to examine the remains closely; the clothes and hats on the skeleton, as well as the weapons beside them, turned to dust with the slightest touch.

However, he didn't have some of the weapons, and he knew these weren't ordinary weapons; they might be sacred artifacts or divine treasures.

He thought to himself that he might not need them, but he could sell them for money. Looking at the weapons scattered all over the place, even if he kept only one out of a hundred, if he collected them and sold them, it would be a huge fortune.

He was overjoyed at the ambush, as if he had eaten dozens of kilograms of honey.

I've heard that among the human nations of the Ice Moon Continent, there are no Saint-level experts, let alone God-level experts, and there are no more than a handful of Quasi-Saint-level experts.

Then, thinking that among these people there were many Saint-level or God-level experts, he suddenly shuddered, and a look of greed appeared in his eyes. Anything from thousands of years ago, even a small ornament, would be considered an antique or cultural relic now.

"These powerful figures left behind all sorts of treasures." Wang Mu's face lit up with joy, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

If there is one strong person among ten thousand people, and this ancient battlefield stretches for more than ten miles, there are countless strong people among them. In his excitement, he couldn't help but dance with joy.

He then began collecting treasures, putting anything he felt might be valuable into his spatial ring.

He didn't think too much about it. Before long, his spatial ring was full and could no longer hold anything. With a mental scan, he found a lot of gold coins and crystal coins, as well as other treasures, which he had obtained by chance in the valley.

Seeing these, he couldn't help but think of the sacred artifact that Feng Ji had been searching for. He just didn't know what the Dark Church's sacred artifact looked like. Perhaps it was in the hands of a powerful figure in this ancient battlefield. He went to look at the ancient battlefield again and found a small corner of it.

Wang Mu was speechless. If he left it unattended and let it go, it would be a real pain. Helpless, he wandered around and found that everything was worth a lot of money.

Looking at the gold and silver treasures scattered all over the ground, he didn't know what to do. Just when he was at his wit's end, he suddenly noticed a ring on a bone.

He immediately thought, could it be a spatial ring?

He ran forward, picked it up, and used his mental energy to examine it; it was indeed a spatial ring.

The ring had been around for a long time, and its owner had been dead for many years, so the markings inside had long since disappeared. But when he looked inside the ring again, he was surprised to find that there were still quite a few things inside.

With this discovery, he knew he had really struck it rich, and in a very big way.

While searching for the spatial rings, he also tidied up the treasures scattered on the ground. Before he knew it, he had found more than ten spatial rings.

At some point, Wang Mu stood up, looked around, and sighed, thinking that at least a dozen powerful figures had perished in this ancient battlefield that stretched for more than ten miles.

Later on, they collected countless weapons, spirit rings, necklaces, and bracelets.

He didn't recognize them all to begin with, and now he was too lazy to even look at them. He threw them all into his spatial ring, collecting not only weapons and spiritual items, but also many ancient books and notes.

He knew these were cultivation insights left by his predecessors. In some people's eyes, these manuscripts were much more valuable than gold coins and treasures. He had no use for them at all, but they would be worth money if he sold them—a pile of shiny gold coins.

Like a gust of wind sweeping away the remaining clouds, leaving only a pile of bones and scrap metal in its wake.

Looking at the battlefield and confirming that nothing of value had been left behind, he laughed heartily several times, then stopped laughing, his face solemn and dignified, and bowed to the corpses on the battlefield.

He said, "Amitabha, well said, well said." This is how we can help these departed souls find peace.

Having unexpectedly acquired a huge fortune, he was in high spirits and returned home with a full load. He glanced back at the ancient battlefield before exiting the spiritual energy array.

At this moment, he was too lazy to study the spiritual energy array and rushed back to Luoshi City.

After the initial excitement subsided, he calmed down and decided to return to Red Moon Academy.

He planned to rest in the city for the night and then find some water and food the next day, because the journey to Red Moon Academy was through icy and snowy conditions and would take more than a day or two.

When evening came, Wang Mu, having nothing else to do, took out a notebook.

He was fine until he turned to a certain place in the notes, when he suddenly sat up and discovered something horrifying: the 22nd of next month was a once-in-a-millennium day of the dead.

On the yin months and yin days of the millennium, the spirits of the dead from the underworld gather and pour into various parts of the continent through several exits.

These spirits primarily target the Church of Light, because those who possess spiritual power have an aura of holiness, like a beacon in the darkness, guiding the way for hundreds of millions of the dead.

The notes also stated that the undead's first attack site was the Holy Mountain of Light, the headquarters of the Church of Light. Upon seeing this, he was overjoyed and burst into laughter.

The Church of Light is even more charlatan than the Church of Darkness, so naturally he's happy for the Church of Light to suffer. He chuckled to himself, wishing that the Holy Mountain of Light would be moved away.

Then he realized that the Bright Phoenix Princess should be on the Holy Mountain. If he could sneak up the mountain at this time and find the Bright Phoenix Princess, he might have a chance to steal the Spirit of Light.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, sighing that good things were happening one after another. He immediately took out a large map, found the location of the Holy Mountain of Light, and calculated the time. He still had plenty of time to travel to the Holy Mountain of Light.

In a small hotel across the street from Wang Mu, the two were bandaging their wounds.

This person is Nangong Cha from the Nangong family, and there is also Li Hansen.

Chen Bu had a capable old servant by his side. Seeing that Chen Bu was about to return to the capital of the Holy Empire, he knew that if he missed such a good opportunity, it would be difficult to capture Chen Bu again. Having no other choice, he came to find Li Hansen.

"Li Hansen, why don't you tell us about Chen Bu? What weaknesses does he have, or what opportunities can we exploit?"

Li Hansen shook his head, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Actually, this Chen Bu is easy to deal with. It's just that his old servant is almost always by his side."

"Alas, we lost several level eight experts on this trip, yet we still couldn't capture Chen Bu. How can we explain this to the family head if we go back like this?"