Gyu So-ha, who was possessing the guardian of the treasure vault, Division Master Yang Mu-won, was diligently carrying stone debris and cleaning up. It was because she had to erase all traces of what had happened here. All the while doing these chores, a smile never left Gyu So-ha’s lips.
It was understandable; not only had her rank risen a level, but she had also gained a body, albeit a temporary one, and even had free time. And it was here, in a treasure vault overflowing with a vast number of secret manuals.
“Hee hee hee.”
Though she had become a vengeful spirit, Gyu So-ha was a martial artist to the core. Before her death, she had naturally aimed for a high realm, so this place, overflowing with secret manuals, was no different from paradise.
As she was cleaning the small hollow marked by a red line, Gyu So-ha looked at a bookshelf where a single wooden box sat all alone.
‘Hmm. What on earth is that?’
The wooden box was none other than the one containing the scroll that sealed the spirit beast. The wooden box said to be made of Holy Spirit Wood. Strangely, the box that had shattered into ash had returned to its original state.
‘Is this truly the power of an Immortal?’