Sky Pearl

In the pouch of the Crimson robed Cultivator were many impressive things.

Bodhi roots, Dragon Grass extract, Fluoric Crimson Acid, a seventh-tier demonic creature horn, even some strange-looking weapons, and armors. These things looked far too high grade for that cultivator to have in his pouch. It seems that he managed to steal the treasury of an entire sect and escape with it, only to find doom at the Poison God's Cave. Even the pouch's size was massive and it had so many cultivation manuals. Most were trash, nothing comparable to the Poison God's Technique nor the Laughing Slaughtere's Sanguine Blade Arts.

But there was a single scroll that radiates golden light, it looked torn, an incomplete scroll of movement art. I read through it and found it wonderous, the technique to move one's body to make a person see not one but many clones of a person.

A golden Scripture, these things were amazing and rarer than Phonix's Feathers and Qilin horns.