Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

In fact, it wasn't just Feng Xiaolu who thought of this; Chen Anran, He Qingyun, and Mo Han also thought of it. However, Chen Anran was busy checking whether these broken magical artifacts could be evolved, and whether the evolution effect would be better and stronger than that of evolving with ordinary objects.

He Qingyun and Mo Han were so captivated by the treasure before them that they no longer cared about the strange situation.

Chen Anran casually picked up a broken sword at his feet. It was cold to the touch, and the blade was covered with green rust and spiderweb-like cracks. It would shatter at the slightest touch.

He had a slight thought and decided to try adding it to the Museum of Evolution.

Item: Severely Damaged Bronze Sword (Spirit Weapon)

Status: Evolvable

"Evolution Path: Xuanyuan Sword (Chinese Imitation) (Estimated Time: 4010 hours)"

"Effect: Indestructible, imbued with sword spirit, and has a significant effect against demons and monsters."

Chen Anran's hand trembled involuntarily.

What sword?!

The Xuanyuan Sword?!

Even if it's a counterfeit, this reputation is still too alarming!

Chen Anran took a deep breath and looked at the hundreds of broken magical artifacts in the arena, among which there were countless bronze swords like this one.

At that time, everyone in the Cloud Hidden Sect will have a Xuanyuan Sword... Hiss—the imagery is simply terrifying!

Don't worry about whether the Cloud Hidden Sect knows swordsmanship or not, just use it to smash them when the time comes!

Chen Anran, ignoring Feng Xiaolu who was still pondering, turned to Zhao Mengmeng, who was picking up spirit stones not far away, and called out to her, "Stop picking up those broken stones, help me collect all the broken magic artifacts here, don't leave a single one out!"

He Qingyun: "?"

Mo Han: "?"

Although Zhao Mengmeng didn't understand why Chen Anran was so fond of those "broken copper and scrap iron", she still obediently responded, put down the few crystal-clear spirit stones in her hand, and began to help collect the broken magic artifacts scattered everywhere.

Soon, thanks to the efforts of Chen Anran and Zhao Mengmeng, these broken magical artifacts were piled up into a small mountain.

Okay, now the only problem is how to take it away.

Chen Anran wiped the sweat from his face and secretly glanced at He Qingyun and Mo Han.

We can't just use a museum to store it; there are outsiders here, after all.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Anran walked over to He Qingyun's side and asked, "Does Senior Brother He have any storage rings or storage bags?"

Upon hearing this, He Qingyun immediately took out two ancient-style rings from his robes. The ring faces were dull, with faint runes flowing within. He handed them to Chen Anran with a serious expression: "Master did indeed bestow two 'storage rings,' each containing a Sumeru space. Although not vast, they should be sufficient to hold these items. These items are not easy to craft. In this Dharma-ending Age, materials and traditions are hard to find. Master only has these two... Fellow Daoist Chen, please remember to return them after you have used them."

Chen Anran took it; it felt slightly heavy in his hand, and he could sense a faint spatial fluctuation within it.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother He, once this matter is settled, I will definitely return the item in its original form."

Without further delay, Chen Anran immediately channeled his spiritual power into the storage ring. With a thought, the pile of broken magical artifacts on the ground, forming a small mountain, seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand, transforming into streams of light and disappearing into the ring. In a short while, all the broken artifacts had been collected, leaving only a little dust on the spot.

Feeling the almost completely filled space inside the storage ring, Chen Anran felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

These seemingly worthless and broken magical artifacts, in his hands, are a huge asset for the future rise of the Cloud Hidden Sect.

Chen Anran carefully put away the storage ring before nodding to He Qingyun and saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother He."

He Qingyun waved his hand, his gaze returning to the gleaming spirit stones and intact magical artifacts: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you're too kind. Let's quickly distribute the remaining items; we shouldn't linger here."

Just as they gathered to divide the spirit stones and treasures, Feng Xiaolu suddenly shouted, "Something's strange here!"

Everyone immediately looked at Feng Xiaolu, who was groping along the rock wall.

Seeing this, Chen Anran walked over. "What did you find?"

"It seems like there's nothing behind this..." Feng Xiaolu said, pressing hard on several slightly protruding stones on the rock wall.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, be careful, there might be traps," He Qingyun warned.

Before she could finish speaking, a soft "click" was heard, and a rock beneath Feng Xiaolu's hand was dented by her pressure. She turned around excitedly, "Junior Brother, look what I found..."

Just as Chen Anran walked to her side and looked down at the rock her finger was pressing, a sudden change occurred!

The seemingly solid rock wall suddenly trembled, and then, without warning, a stone door wide enough for two people to walk side by side slid upwards from the concave rock, revealing a dark space behind it.

"It's open!" Feng Xiaolu exclaimed in surprise, instinctively wanting to peek inside.

However, the stone door opened quickly and closed even faster!

"Watch out!" Chen Anran reacted quickly. She wanted to pull Feng Xiaolu out, but as soon as she grabbed Feng Xiaolu's hand, she was pulled back in.

"Boom—!"

A deep, resounding boom echoed through the underground space as the stone door slammed shut, kicking up a cloud of dust and completely isolating the inside from the outside.

"Fellow Daoist Chen!"

"Fellow Daoist!"

"Master Chen!"

He Qingyun, Mo Han, and Zhao Mengmeng, who were standing outside the door, changed their expressions drastically and rushed forward.

He Qingyun and Mo Han used their spiritual power to try to push or lift the stone door, but the stone door was as heavy as a mountain and did not budge.

"It's useless," He Qingyun said solemnly as he withdrew his hand, sensing the faint yet incredibly resilient restrictive power flowing across the stone gate. "This stone gate has extremely strong ancient restrictions that cannot be broken by brute force."

Zhao Mengmeng anxiously pounded on the cold stone door, her voice trembling with tears: "Master Chen! Master Feng! Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

Inside the door.

The flashlight had fallen to the ground in the chaos, its beam rolling and barely illuminating a small area around it.

Chen Anran and Feng Xiaolu looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chen Anran asked, "What are you doing?"

Feng Xiaolu blinked. "Adventure."

"An adventure?" Chen Anran repeated the word, her tone filled with disbelief. "Senior sister, we're locked up, locked in a stone box that hasn't been opened for who knows how many years!"

Feng Xiaolu dusted herself off, picked up her flashlight, and shone it around, her tone surprisingly excited: "Well, what's done is done! What does this mean? It means this is the real core area! All those spirit stones and magical treasures outside are just a smokescreen, or rather, scraps! The real treasures are definitely inside!"

Chen Anran rubbed his forehead, feeling a genuine "admiration" for his senior sister's thick skin and optimistic spirit. He tried pushing the stone door behind him, but it didn't budge. His spiritual energy was completely absorbed by the ancient restriction, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.