Kyrian returned to the stone where he had been resting earlier and sat down once more.
The rock was still warm, but not uncomfortable.
Then he closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank into the newly acquired spatial ring.
And immediately, he realized it. It was enormous.
The internal space of the old man's ring was far larger than Kyrian's own spatial ring, perhaps twice as large, perhaps three times.
Mountains of spiritual stones filled part of the inner space.
They were mid-grade spiritual stones, glowing with a more intense light.
Thousands of them. Tens of thousands.
Kyrian was genuinely surprised.
It was more than he had accumulated throughout his entire journey so far.
Besides the spiritual stones, there were weapons.
Many weapons.
Long swords, short swords, straight blades, curved blades.
Axes, single-bladed, double-bladed, enormous, and small.
Sabers, some with blades that still gleamed even inside the ring, others more subdued.
