The further he went down, the stronger this feeling became.
After descending a few thousand feet, Yang Kai guessed he had come to the bottom of the solitary peak, only then seeing the end of the path.
Below him was a huge and spacious cave, the walls were dotted with a trace of light, giving it a magnificent style.
On both sides of the path, there were rows of stone shelves all with many layers, each layer holding some items.
Yang Kai walked forward, arriving in front of a stone shelf, and with the aid of the weak light observed what was on top.
“Supreme Solitary Sect” Yang Kai looked at the name inscribed on the stone shelf, recalling that he had heard about this Great Sect before. He would occasionally hear about it while he was traveling around Sea City; it was one of the few Sects in the Endless Sea Islands comparable to the Han Dynasty’s Eight Great Families with countless disciples and numerous experts, famous far and wide.
How was this great Sect related to this remote place?
On top of this engraved stone shelf there was a stone box; opening it, Yang Kai saw a piece of treasure. Picking it up, the weight was not light, this treasure was obviously made from a precious material, and he could tell, this treasure was definitely an artifact.
Examining it, Yang Kai found at the base of the artifact the words “Supreme Solitary” inscribed on it.
This really was an artifact from the Supreme Solitary Sect! But why would it appear here?
With a trace of doubt, Yang Kai set it down and proceeded to the next shelf.
This stage shelf was similarly engraved, and it was similarly another great Sect Yang Kai had heard of.
“Ancient Cloud Island!”
Although the strength of this Sect was not as prominent as the Supreme Solitary Sect, it could also be regarded as an Endless Sea Islands first-class force. This time it was a Secret Art which was placed on this stone shelf.
As Yang Kai quickly skimmed over it, he found that this Secret Art was not simple, obviously not low quality; it was at least Heaven Grade. But for Yang Kai who cultivated the True Yang Secret Art, and the Yin-Yang Joyous Unification Art, this Secret Art was unnecessary, and was also readily put back.
Continuing on, Yang Kai became even more confused.
On each of the stone shelves was the name of a great Sect, accompanied by some valuable item. There were martial skills, Secret Arts, artifacts, keepsakes, rare ancient treasures, and so forth.
These Sects were all first-class and second-class Endless Sea Islands forces, more than a dozen of them. Others like the Red Cloud Sect, a third-class force, simply were not qualified to appear on the stone shelves.
If you looked carefully, each of the items placed here really were treasures which belonged to these great Sects, but how did they all come to be gathered here?
Contemplating for a time, Yang Kai suddenly remembered something.
It was an anecdote he had heard in a teahouse in Sea City.
It was said that three hundred years ago, there was a man who visited all the great Sects in the Endless Sea Islands, hoping to worship into one of them as a disciple, but his aptitude was extremely poor, causing them all to refuse and cast him out. Some of the great Sect disciples were even crueler, directly beating him. His perseverance was admirable, eventually visiting every great Sect, but he was never successful.
Disheartened, this man despaired, but also grew to hate those great Sects for refusing to accept him, swearing to the heavens he would find another way to cultivate.
At the time, it was only a trivial matter. For these famous great Sects, how could they keep track of the countless cultivators they rejected each year, he was just one of them.
But three decades later, there was a huge uproar in the Endless Sea Islands. The Supreme Solitary Sect’s Sect Master Seal was lost. Somehow, a thief had managed to sneak into the Sect’s inner sanctum and had stolen it.
Shortly after, the news came from other Endless Sea Island Great Sects, each claiming a treasure had been taken; some of these things were very valuable while some were merely symbolic, but each of these things was their respective Sect’s Hallowed Treasure. All the great Sects were panicked, constantly on edge, fearing that this godly thief was eyeing their own Hallowed Treasure. However, no matter how prepared they were, none of them could avoid the fate of being robbed.