If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

Zhou Ming, inside the Qiankun World, was completely unaware of the chaotic scene outside where a group of quasi-saints were besieging Xuan Qing and fighting each other.

At this moment, he was holding the pure white lotus platform steadily with both hands, laughing heartily.

The frustration of envying others' innate spiritual treasures and regretting the waste of savage beast resources just now vanished completely.

Having obtained a complete innate treasure, this opportunity was enough to erase all his regrets.

Zhou Ming held the lotus platform with great joy for a long time. Only after his emotions had completely calmed down did he prepare to begin refining this supreme treasure.

With a thought, a vast power of the world surged forth, enveloping the pure white lotus platform layer by layer, and continuously seeping into it along the platform's innate patterns.

Primordial treasures come with the fundamental rules of heaven and earth, making them extremely difficult to refine. However, Zhou Ming's world power originates from the Great Dao of his own universe, possessing immense inclusiveness and perfectly aligning with all innate origins.

In just a short while, he successfully completed the initial refining of the lotus platform and established a stable mental connection with this treasure.

The moment the refining was completed, Zhou Ming immediately grasped the true grade and capabilities of the lotus platform, and his eyes lit up with joy once again.

He originally thought it was just an ordinary innate treasure, but now he realized that it was an extremely pure innate defensive treasure.

The lotus platform possesses terrifying defensive capabilities; throughout the heavens, apart from the intervention of a sage or the bombardment of a supreme innate treasure of the same rank, no force can break through it.

Zhou Ming was always cautious and extremely afraid of death, always putting his own safety first.

Compared to treasures for offense and destruction, this top-tier, invincible defensive treasure is more to his liking and gives him peace of mind.

For him now, there is no opportunity more practical than this defensive treasure.

After a brief moment of joy, Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes, his mind quickly calming down.

The complete refining of a supreme innate treasure is a slow and meticulous process, requiring a long period of nurturing, conditioning, and immersion; it cannot be completely refined in a short time.

With over twenty Quasi-Saints still entrenched in the outside world, the situation remains uncertain, making it far from the right time to peacefully retreat and refine one's skills.

Suppressing the thought of completely refining it for the time being, Zhou Ming's gaze fell once again on the entire innate lotus pond that he had just collected.

Upon closer inspection, Zhou Ming discovered another pleasant surprise.

The profound cultural significance of this lotus pond far exceeds expectations.

Besides the central innate treasure lotus platform, four other lotus flowers of extremely high grade grow in the pond, each reaching the level of an innate spiritual treasure.

The remaining lotus flowers, although they failed to reach the innate level and shed their acquired shackles.

However, they all contain a rich innate aura, and their grade far exceeds that of ordinary acquired spiritual treasures. They are all top-tier acquired defensive treasures with extremely high value.

After a moment's thought, Zhou Ming had a proper plan in mind.

He raised his hand and swept all four lotus flowers, which were of the innate spiritual treasure level, into his dantian and tossed them to the black sword sheath that he had been nurturing.

The black scabbard itself is of the innate spiritual treasure grade, but its function is singular.

Now, the four innate lotus flowers have entered the sword sheath, and the continuous stream of innate spiritual light is being drawn out and flowing into the sword sheath.

Zhou Ming quietly sensed for a moment, then felt reassured.

Under the long-term nourishment of this pure innate spiritual light, not only will the grade and power of the black scabbard steadily improve.

The "Fellow Daoist, Calm Down," which has been stored in its scabbard and is currently only at the level of a postnatal treasure, may very well break through its limitations and successfully advance to become a true innate spiritual treasure through this opportunity.

After dealing with the four innate lotus flowers, Zhou Ming's gaze swept over all the remaining lotus flowers in the pond.

Instead of refining and using it, he waved his hand and moved the entire lotus pond to the immortal realm of the Qiankun World.

A separate, independent space was set aside so that these lotus flowers could take root, grow, and reproduce on their own.

Innate spiritual plants possess long lifespans. Given enough time to accumulate and be nourished by their origin, these acquired lotus flowers may well give birth to new innate spiritual treasures in the future.

After making all the necessary arrangements, Zhou Ming didn't linger. With a flash, he stepped directly out of the Qiankun World.

When he infiltrated the formation, he deliberately did not leave any marks in the Demon Void Secret Realm in order not to leave any flaws.

More than twenty quasi-saints resided here, their perception covering the entire world.

If a mark is left, it will be detected instantly, exposing one's existence.

Even if the hidden mark he condensed with the power of his world could deceive a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, it would absolutely not deceive a Quasi-Saint with keen senses.

Therefore, this time when he went out, he could only return to the side of his divided soul that he left in the Immortal Realm.

After appearing, Zhou Ming casually moved his hand and directly absorbed the divided soul into the Qiankun World.

The secret realm is teeming with quasi-saints, the situation is chaotic, and a major battle could break out at any moment.

After getting ready, Zhou Ming stopped dawdling and sped off.

No longer needing to carefully check the road conditions, Zhou Ming increased his speed and sped through the void.

In less than half a month, Zhou Ming returned to the outer void of the Demon Void Secret Realm.

Zhou Ming wasn't sure if the group of quasi-saints had dispersed, so he didn't venture deeper.

Instead, they concealed themselves in the shadows of the void and cautiously approached the secret realm.

Just as they passed through the layers of spacetime collapse, a continuous rumbling sound and the sound of magical artifacts colliding echoed from the distance, clearly reaching their ears.

Zhou Ming looked up and instantly saw the situation on the field.

Between heaven and earth, four enormous black tortoises stood in the four directions, the Four Symbols Formation steadily held up, the barrier as thick as a mountain, firmly resisting the overwhelming attacks.

The twenty-odd quasi-saints had now split into two groups.

A group of powerful individuals surrounded the outer edge of the Four Symbols Formation, continuously unleashing their supernatural powers and magical treasures to bombard the formation in turn.

Another group of quasi-saints broke away from the battlefield and continued to attack the surface of the secret realm continent.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Ming was stunned, his eyes filled with confusion.

Logically, when the innate grand formation collapses and the treasure disappears, there should be no treasures left at the scene.

After their investigation yielded no results, this group of quasi-saints should have abandoned this place, dispersed to all sides, or gone into the chaos to search for clues about the treasure the saints spoke of.

It is absolutely impossible for them to remain in the secret realm, locked in a fierce battle, and there will never be a situation where more than twenty top quasi-saints join forces to besiege one person.

Zhou Ming was completely unaware that, from beginning to end, Xuan Qing of the Xuanwu clan had been taking the blame for him for stealing the treasure.

Zhou Ming quietly hid on the outermost edge of the battlefield, listening intently to the curses, arguments, and conversations of the quasi-saints, patiently sorting out the causes and consequences.

After a long time, he finally figured out the whole story.

The moment he learned the whole truth, Zhou Ming couldn't help but sigh softly, a hint of mockery and relief in his eyes.

"Old Turtle Xuanqing, you are truly my dearest friend and kin."

Xuanqing took the blame the whole time, with all the murderous intent, anger, and resentment being absorbed by the other party.

Throughout the entire ordeal, no one noticed the real thief.

He remained the same unknown, low-level Taiyi Golden Immortal rogue cultivator who mingled in the demon realm.

The collapse of the innate grand formation and the theft of its treasures had nothing to do with him.