The Spirit farmer sat cross-legged on a dry patch of moss near a giant twisted tree in the Purple Poison Marshland.
The purple mist continued to drift around lazily, but he ignored it. Before him lay the four storage rings he had taken from the dead elders of the Iron Mountain Sect.
He wiped one of the rings clean, then pressed his finger on its surface. With a light flash of Spirit essence, the ring's space opened to him. Aksai's eyes gleamed as he peered inside.
The first ring alone held a small mountain of Spirit stones—at least a few thousand mid-grade ones, along with dozens of high-grade stones.
Alongside them were dozens of neatly arranged 2nd Order artifacts: swords, daggers, shields, and even a pair of Spirit boots that looked good for speed enhancement.
There were talismans as well. Rows of them—some for attack, some for defense, and others for various support purposes. Aksai smiled as he picked up a few and examined their runes.
