After all, it had come from a martial artist that was a half-step into the Houtian realm, and was also the result of decades of grueling accumulation of all sorts of materials and other rare items.
Still, even after it was absorbed by the little Flame Essence, that Flame Essence had only grown a bit. It seemed that in order to foster its growth, he would have to spend a great deal of effort.
If that little Flame Essence one day grew up, its power would inevitably be on an extremely terrifying level.
For instance, a high-grade flame essence like the Red Lotus Demonic Inflammation Flame Essence was a dream that not even legendary Xiantian masters would dare to hope for!
Once this sort of Flame Essence appeared in the world, it would set off an apocalyptic storm of bloody terror.
Lin Ming could not help but think of the future fascinating possibilities. What if he was able to obtain the Red Lotus Demonic Inflammation Flame Essence and let his tiny Fire Essence absorb it? What would happen then?
Or what if he was able to obtain some sort of strange exotic Thunder Soul, for instance, some kind of Divine Lightning, or Evil Expelling Purple Lightning, and then let his tiny Thunder Soul absorb it, what sort of effect would there be then?
If he used Thunderfire Annihilation after that, what sort of effect would he be able to achieve?
Lin Ming couldn’t help but be inspired. Perhaps even a mighty Xiantian master would immediately be destroyed in the resulting blasé!
As Lin Ming was thinking of all these fantastic scenarios, he caught of a glimpse of a long saber sticking out of the ground. This long saber was Huo Gong’s weapon.
Lin Ming pulled the saber out of the ground to take a look. The saber was white like snow, and had an iridescent shimmer.
“Good saber!”
Lin Ming couldn’t help but admire such a weapon. This was a high-grade human-step treasure. It was something that originated from a large sect; its power was simply terrifying.
“That fellow was simply oozing money.”
Lin Ming helped himself to the saber and placed it within his spatial ring. Then, his gaze shifted to Huo Gong’s spatial ring that had dropped.
If he killed someone and didn’t take their goods, that would simply be wasting everyone’s time.
“Mm? Medium-grade human-step spatial ring?”
Lin Ming was overjoyed. This space within this ring was at least 5 or 6 times larger than his own low-grade human-step spatial ring. Not only that, but it was also more stable, and would last for 7 or 8 thousand more years.
This sort of treasure was very practical for Lin Ming’s use.
As he gathered more and more items, Lin Ming found that he was beginning to lack space within his own spatial ring.