Ye Tian recalled his mask, which also possessed radioactivity, and nodded. He casually walked to a metal rack. On it were five lead boxes of various sizes.
He reached out and swept his divine sense over the boxes, discovering something that piqued his interest. He intended to open a box, only to find the opening sealed with tin. He took out a dagger and cut it open, then slowly lifted the lid.
Inside the lead box lay a purplish-red bead, emitting a potent spiritual energy that was exceptionally pure and comforting. Dense purple smoke rose into the air. Ye Tian, unwilling to waste it, inhaled it all into his lungs in one go, then closed his eyes to absorb it.
Yang Dongfo retrieved a small booklet from the side and handed it to Ye Tian. Upon opening it, he saw the origins of the bead recorded within. This bead, it stated, was a thousand-year-old clam pearl presented as tribute by the Kingdom of Annam during the Kangxi era, suitable for medicinal use.
He remarked, "This is indeed a clam pearl, but not a thousand-year-old one. It's a ten-thousand-year-old clam pearl."
Yang Dongfo was stunned. "Ten-thousand-year-old clam pearl?"
Ye Tian explained, "A thousand-year-old clam pearl is blue. Only a ten-thousand-year-old clam pearl is purplish-red. In a few more thousand years, this clam pearl could transform into human form."
Yang Dongfo chuckled, "It seems the people back then lacked Mr. Ye's knowledge. May I ask what the difference is between a thousand-year-old and a ten-thousand-year-old clam pearl?"
"A thousand-year-old clam pearl is toxic; it must be refined into a pill before consumption. A ten-thousand-year-old clam pearl, however, is non-toxic and can be directly ground into powder for consumption, extending one's lifespan. For cultivators, it is even more beneficial."
Yang Dongfo offered, "If Mr. Ye finds it useful, please take it."
Ye Tian glanced at him and smiled, "Boss Yang, how many items here can I take?"
Yang Dongfo replied, "Within my authority, taking three items would not be an issue."
Hearing that he could choose three items, Ye Tian smiled, "Good, then I won't be polite."
After securing the bead, he continued walking, his divine sense sweeping as he went. After about thirty meters and passing dozens of racks, he stopped again.
On the ground sat a large lead chest. He opened it to find a peculiar set of clothing woven from feathers, animal skins, and bones, along with a golden beast-bone staff. Upon seeing these two items, he felt they shared the same aura as the mask he had previously obtained.
He picked up the accompanying booklet, which stated these were the ceremonial robe and staff of a shaman from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, possessing mysterious powers. Many who obtained them died inexplicably, and for a long time, they were considered ominous objects.
Yang Dongfo inquired, "Mr. Ye, these items are somewhat dangerous. Are you also interested in them?"
Ye Tian chuckled, "To be frank, I have a mask that feels like it originated from the same place as these two items. It would be fitting to collect them all. If I ever become unemployed, I could perhaps pose as a charlatan among the common folk."
Yang Dongfo replied, "You jest."
Following this, Ye Tian continued his selection. This time, he spent over an hour, traversing the entire repository. Finally, he paused beside a rectangular lead box. Opening it, he found an arrow-token-shaped object, neither metal nor stone, inscribed with complex patterns and runes.
The small booklet beside it explained that this was a magical artifact used by ancient mages to command ghosts and spirits and communicate with heaven and earth. Specifically designed to communicate with the gods of wind and thunder, it was called the Wind-Thunder Token.
Ultimately, he chose the Wind-Thunder Token, along with the shaman's robe and staff, packed them into a bag, and left the air-raid shelter.
Ye Tian did not get into the car. "These items are radioactive. It's best we don't travel together. Give me a car, and I'll return on my own."
Yang Dongfo nodded, "Alright, we'll head back separately."
An hour later, Ye Tian returned to the large residence. Yang Dongfo had other matters to attend to and would not be returning that night.
After a brief rest, Ye Tian put on the peculiar robe, held the staff, and donned the mask. Instantly, he felt a surge of power emanating from each item, connecting into a unified whole through his body.
This time, he saw much more. High above, hundreds of gods and demons, seated or standing, all looked towards him, as if he were the center of the universe, the master of heaven and earth.
He observed closely and noticed among these divine demons, a particularly beautiful goddess clad in red armor, a War God. As he looked at this female War God, a cool sensation spread through a specific part of his mind. Consulting the booklet passed down by Lei Bowi, he immediately realized that this spot corresponded to a divine aperture.
A thought crossed his mind: could this divine aperture be related to the goddess in the heavens?