At this time, Great Qian did not lack manpower, nor did it lack low-tier martial artists. Almost every few months, a new Spirit Stone mine would appear, so financial resources were adequate.

Yet the army expansion remained minimal, reaching only seven million even after the decisive battle with Great Shang. The Xuanhuang tier Dao Soldiers, including those from the outer territories, numbered just over three hundred thousand.

The constraint was not a shortage of men or money, but a genuine lack of qualified armor and weaponry. The artisans capable of forging the Tian Gang, Xuan Hu, and Blood Cloud armors, along with their corresponding spiritual artifacts, were not easily cultivated.

However, the armaments stored in the treasury now were sufficient to easily equip a million-strong army for Great Qian! Especially the armor and weapons for the two hundred thousand Tian Gang Sword Soldiers and Tian Gang Crimson Crossbowmen—these were ready for immediate use, capable of nearly doubling the number of Yellow tier Dao Soldiers under Great Qian's banner!

Without hesitation, Zong Shou declared, “Divide the Immortal Stones into ten shares. Su Xiaoxiao and Mister Shen will each take three shares, and you two will each take one.

The remaining two shares, along with all the weapons and armor here, will be mine.” Yuan Wushang chuckled and, having no objection, immediately took one-fifth of the pile of Immortal Stones. While Zong Shou’s distribution might seem unequal, in terms of contribution, Yuan Wushang had actually done very little.

It was only thanks to the Tomb Palace map in Zong Shou’s possession that Shen Yuexuan’s mechanisms could bring them here unscathed. Although Su Xiaoxiao joined mid-journey, her ability to suppress the Terracotta Warriors and escape the tens of thousands of iron cavalry was entirely due to her Primordial Demon Seven Emotions Great Art; to say she contributed the most would not be an exaggeration.

This one share, nearly thirteen thousand low-tier Immortal Stones, was like a gift—wealth enough to purchase five Earth tier Airships. Zong Shou’s allocation was perfectly fair, commanding sincere conviction.

Immediately, Yuan Wushang’s gaze shifted to the side. “I have no use for these elixirs; they all go to you.” In a corner of the tomb chamber stood rows of medicinal racks, totaling several million bottles.

However, judging by the vials alone, their quality was not high. “Oh, so even this servant girl gets something?” Su Xiaoxiao pressed her jade hands together, her eyes fluttering as she gazed adoringly at Zong Shou.

“Aren’t my things already Young Master Shou’s? There’s no need to divide things so clearly.” Zong Shou’s lips curled slightly.

With a mere wave of his sleeve, he summoned the low-tier elixirs entirely into his possession. He wondered if these pills were meant for the living or the dead.

Although the labels mentioned Yang Cultivating Pills, Qi Nurturing Pills, and Body Strengthening Pills, they were unsettling. Regardless, upon returning, he would first ask Xuanyuan Yiren to identify them.

Great Qian lacked artifact masters, and alchemists were similarly scarce. These elixirs would be a welcome supplement upon their return.

These supplies aside, the truly most precious treasures in this tomb chamber lay ahead. Flanking the main area were forty smaller compartments, each a hundred zhang wide, containing forty sets of armor.

Thirty of these sets comprised top-tier magical artifacts, similar to his half-set of Juntian Immortal Armor. Ten of those sets were of the rank of Low-grade Immortal Artifacts, clearly intended for high-ranking generals.

They all bore the style of the First Qin: cold and ferocious. “Was that armor worn by the buried First Qin Cavalry General from earlier?” Zong Shou had personally experienced the might of these Immortal Artifact Battle Armor sets—truly awe-inspiring and terrifying, capable of boosting an opponent’s strength nearly fivefold!

Among them, the three sets of female battle armor brought Zong Shou unexpected joy. Giving them to Kong Yao and Shi Ruolan would ease his worries considerably when the two women went to war.

The other members had no use for these forty sets of battle armor. Zong Shou exchanged them for a small symbolic amount of Immortal Stones and took them all into his keeping.

Although the haul was rich, Zong Shou frowned. Everything acquired from this descent into the First Qin Emperor’s tomb was beneficial to the state, yet nothing was useful to him personally.

On the contrary, a significant portion of the Immortal Stones they acquired had already been spent. Fortunately, the spiritual items stored separately in the side compartments did not disappoint him.

There were Immortal Pills that could boost vitality, spiritual liquids that could strengthen the physique, raw materials for Immortal Treasures already processed but not yet forged into artifacts, and incomparably fragrant Immortal Brews, among other things. There was even a small storeroom containing a large quantity of bamboo slips, documenting the martial arts and spiritual techniques of the First Qin era.

After touring the area, the five individuals all gained something minor. While they hadn't found any especially rare Heaven tier spiritual treasures, they were all content.

“I heard there are thirty-six chambers like this one within the Qin Emperor’s tomb?” Yuan Wushang’s eyes glittered with avarice. If he could raid two or three more, he wouldn't have to worry about a shortage of cultivation resources for decades.

Zong Shou let out a soft laugh. “There’s no such luck.

The thirty-six chambers guard the main tomb, but this one is actually the largest; the others are far inferior. It was also due to Mister Shen’s calculation that today, the Double Ninth Festival, the celestial mechanics cycle aligned, creating a weak point in the direction of the Four-Nine Two Energies Dragon Gathering Formation.

The other chambers cannot be opened in less than two or three days.” He was unsure what methods others entering the Qin Emperor’s tomb possessed. But Zong Shou was truly out of tricks for now.

Even to claim the wealth here, he would need to wait until the spiritual formations within the Qin Emperor’s tomb truly dissipated. Yuan Wushang looked at Shen Yuexuan with surprise.

The latter remained composed. The Four-Nine Two Energies Dragon Gathering Formation here was the work of a Qi Cultivator.

However, if one couldn't deduce the general layout of this formation after studying the diagram from Reclusive Profundity, those centuries of study would have been wasted. Yuan Wushang looked regretful but knew Zong Shou would not deceive him.

“We cannot linger here. Since that is the case, let’s go—” No matter how weak they were, the one million two hundred thousand Terracotta Warriors outside would soon overwhelm their defenses.

One million two hundred thousand malevolent corpse soldiers were not to be trifled with. Yet Zong Shou remained rooted, his brow tightly furrowed, staring at the ground beneath his feet.

He had just felt an extremely peculiar sensation, not originating from his own consciousness, but from the Dark Epiphyllum integrated into his Nascent Soul. These three Epiphyllums had been rarely used since he reached the Immortal Realm.

It was because Zong Shou’s own rank and realm were so high that the Dark Epiphyllum’s utility had diminished. His opponents were either in the Divine or Saint realms; Zong Shou had to rely more on Kingly Martial Arts.

The soul power the Epiphyllums could store was akin to a cup of water trying to put out a fire. Under Zong Shou’s meticulous nurturing, the growth of the three Epiphyllums was not slow, but it still couldn't keep pace with the increase in his own cultivation.

“Why is it the Epiphyllum sensing something? Come to think of it, the Qin Emperor’s tomb is the most suitable environment for the Dark Epiphyllum to grow—” Suddenly, a thought struck him: Could there be something underground that would benefit the Epiphyllums?

After a slight hesitation, Zong Shou took out an ‘Endless Darkness’ array disc and dropped it onto the ground, quickly retreating a hundred zhang away. “Fairy Su, can you hold on for just another moment?” Su Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth.

Zong Shou’s question was merely a formality; he gave her no room to refuse. At this moment, she could only push her Seven Emotions Cultivation to its limit, suddenly flaring the spiritual light halo behind her.

A wave of materialized cyan light spread out, enveloping the entire chamber. A spherical darkness flickered into existence and silently swallowed the earth and mud to a depth of a full thirty thousand zhang below.

The scene was a chaotic mess, yet still no clue was found. Zong Shou plunged down, pressing his hand against the earth beneath him, and activated the Endless Darkness with his own power once more.

This area was no longer within the coverage of the Four-Nine Two Energies Dragon Gathering Formation, so there was no fear of being struck back by the restrictive formation. The endless devouring power was unleashed, and another ten thousand zhang of the stratum was completely ‘erased.’ At this point, everyone heard a gurgling sound.

At the very bottom of the pit, liquid was bubbling up. This liquid was entirely pure black.

The spring eye was only the size of a needle hole, and the accumulated liquid covered an area of barely three feet in circumference. It was where Nether Power converged, dense enough to be nearly substantive Yin Sha energy, yet it also contained vigorous vitality.

Yuan Wushang suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, remembering something, his expression changing dramatically. “Could this be the Spring of Creation and Netherworld?” The moment these words were spoken, even Su Xiaoxiao, who was busy suppressing the million Terracotta Warriors, was startled.

She instantly flew over to look down, and her eyes filled with delight. Zong Shou’s expression was solemn.

First, he took out five small jade bottles and, following the previously agreed-upon ratio, absorbed all of this black spring water. Then he continued digging until he retrieved a piece of jade stone about the size of five fists.

“Nine-Orifice Primordial Life Stone—it really is the Spring of Creation and Netherworld!” The Nine-Orifice Primordial Life Stone was a Heaven tier spiritual treasure, rumored to contain a trace of the most pristine generative vitality from the beginning of heaven and earth. Therefore, wherever a Nine-Orifice Primordial Life Stone existed, life would flourish particularly well, able to continuously provide the power of primordial life.

It could fertilize the earth and nurture life. The spring water here was generated because of the Nine-Orifice Primordial Life Stone, yet it happened to be located at a Yin nexus, directly beneath the Qin Emperor’s tomb, which harbored endless malevolent energy and the aura of death.

The two forces merged harmoniously, thus creating the Spring of Creation and Netherworld. It was a pity that this spring water was not considered entirely pure.

The true Spring of Creation and Netherworld is born from a Life and Death Spring Eye; the generation of this nether spring here was merely a coincidence, though it was even rarer, and its function was only slightly inferior. No wonder the Dark Epiphyllum reacted so strongly.

The Spring of Creation and Netherworld was a supreme tonic for the Epiphyllum, capable of promoting its maturation or even mutation. Though the quality was lacking, it could compensate with sheer quantity.

The Nine-Orifice Primordial Life Stone was irregularly shaped jade. Zong Shou unceremoniously placed the Nine-Orifice Primordial Life Stone into his sleeve.

In terms of value, the Nine-Orifice Primordial Life Stone was undoubtedly the most precious. However, his discovery of this rare treasure was entirely due to him.

He was perfectly justified in taking this supreme artifact. Lin Xuanshuang was undergoing the tribulation to reach the Transcendent Realm, and nearly all her treasures were ruined; she had been searching for a suitable spiritual treasure or material.

And this Nine-Orifice Primordial Life Stone was a match made in heaven for Lin Xuanshuang’s Origin Source Spiritual Breath Art. He wondered what treasure Master Xuanshuang would use to trade for it.

Come to think of it, Lin Xuanshuang still owed him a treasure—could it be that she felt it was of too low a grade to offer? Zong Shou also took three shares of the Spring of Creation and Netherworld for himself, reducing Shen Yuexuan’s portion to two shares.

Just as he was about to toss the jade bottles in his hand to the other four, Zong Shou’s gaze flickered. His right hand flipped over, securing them inside his sleeve.

Then, the earth layers churned, and the light of two blades suddenly flashed forth.