Her guess was correct: the space didn’t just need gold, silver, jade, or gems.

The objects themselves weren’t important; what truly mattered were antiques carrying cultural and historical significance.

This single step was worth more than all seven jewelry stores combined.

Yu Xifeng moved her stiff neck slightly, feeling like she could still fight in the water for another three days.

Having tasted the sweet reward, Yu Xifeng began searching more thoroughly,

even grabbing passing steel handles into the space to sift through them.

Inevitably, this extended the time.

Yu Xifeng thought for a moment and took a fishing net out of the space.

She held one end of the net and walked from the east side of the exhibition hall all the way to the west side.

The haul was gratifying. Useful items that fell into the space would emit a faint glow, like stars or sparks.

In a separate room, Yu Xifeng found a well-preserved display stand.

Inside was a golden silk scroll, with what seemed like a written description beside it.

Yu Xifeng didn’t bother reading the dense history and origins. She pressed her hand against the glass display case.

The water flowed in to submerge it, then was pushed aside again.

The display stand returned to its place, and the golden silk scroll merged into the space.

Without inspecting it closely, Yu Xifeng grabbed the railing along her path and floated to the next display.

This continued until the entire exhibition hall was emptied.

From the time she entered until now, a day and two nights had passed.

Exhaustion dulled her mind.

Behind a waterproof mask, Yu Xifeng took one last look at the empty exhibition hall before slowly ascending.

She was too tired.

But this trip wasn’t over.

She hadn’t forgotten that nearly four-fifths of the supermarket’s supplies were still left.

Just thinking about them being submerged was painful.

Besides, every extra bit of supplies now was a guarantee for future survival.

Yu Xifeng returned from the seventh year of the apocalypse, unaware exactly when it would end.

If the limit was ten years, twenty, or even fifty? Or if it would never end at all.

She always felt it wasn’t enough.

Right now, she needed at least half an hour of sleep.

Fearing someone might come, she didn’t dare linger long in the museum and planned to find the nearest exit door.

Where to rest, she would decide later. If she couldn’t find anywhere, she was ready to chug some coffee.

Yu Xifeng surfaced and returned to her kayak, leaning against the wall to rest.

Only then did she notice the changes in the space.

The space had changed.

Originally, it had an eerie stillness, like a corner forgotten by time.

Even when Yu Xifeng placed things inside, everything remained frozen.

She had previously attributed this to the mysterious nature of the space itself.

Now she thought differently.

After the space devoured these museum artifacts, as her consciousness sank again,

she felt a vigorous, indescribable vitality.

Perhaps it was better described as a pure energy.

In an instant, she felt the wind.

Only then did she notice the change in the space.

The second floor was fully visible.

The second floor alone covered nearly four hundred square meters.

She could vaguely see a corner of the roof, with carved ridge beasts, ancient and grand in style.

The front yard seemed to reach its limit—about one hundred and fifty square meters, enclosed by courtyard walls.

The planted flowerbeds covered more than twenty square meters.

There was now a backyard of over seven hundred square meters, with spring water flowing down stone walls, clear and audible.

Yu Xifeng’s spirit lifted.

There was water in the space!

The space seemed to have come alive. Stirred, Yu Xifeng’s body appeared inside the space the next second.

Her legs truly touched solid ground.

Supplies were still piled in the space: rice, noodles, meat, fruit.

Inside the room was an hourglass.

Fine sand slipped through slowly. Yu Xifeng estimated it lasted about an hour.

A hint of clarity rose in her mind.

She could stay in the space for an hour.

Here was absolutely safe — no one would disturb or spy on her.

Yu Xifeng hurriedly spread a blanket to make a bed.

Then she lay down, thinking that next time she should get a mattress and keep at least one room in the little house for rest.

She closed her eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Half an hour flew by.

Yu Xifeng opened her eyes. The hourglass showed only fifteen minutes remaining.

She never needed an alarm clock since childhood; she always knew how long she could sleep and usually woke up on time.

She ate a sticky rice cake and drank some water, then washed her face with the spring water in the backyard.

This refreshment lifted her spirits considerably.

When five minutes remained on the hourglass, Yu Xifeng returned to her kayak.

Sure enough, the hourglass stopped flowing as soon as she left the space.

On her way out of the museum, Yu Xifeng passed an art exhibition.

The paintings were abstract, giving a pretentious vibe, and she tried to put them into the space, but the space was indifferent.

How these artworks got in, and how Yu Xifeng ejected them, was a mystery.

These kinds of paintings floated in the water in great numbers, all sharing the same style.

Not only were these paintings useless, but they also blocked vision, and underwater visibility was already poor.

After circling a few times, Yu Xifeng found herself still in the same place.

So she collected all the obstructive paintings into the space, successfully making her way to the museum exit.

Before the space was upgraded, it didn’t have enough capacity to allow her to do this.

Now, with ample space, she was this generous.

After leaving the museum, Yu Xifeng headed back toward the shopping district.

Now, the little space house, combined front yard, and backyard totaled nearly two thousand square meters.

With such capacity, the entire supermarket’s supplies would still leave room!

This storm would continue for another three months—now was the best, last opportunity.

Yu Xifeng found a pharmacy.

Many medicines were soaked, but she collected all the undamaged ones into the space.

Nearby was a courier station with piles of packages.

Yu Xifeng waved her hand and took everything.

Passing by several convenience stores, she didn’t stop—too small and time-consuming.

She saw the cat again, crouching under the railing, holding a big fish in its mouth.

Yu Xifeng glanced at it but didn’t interfere.

She pulled out a map and corrected her kayak’s direction.

The cat approached her.

With impressive leaps, it quickly landed in front of Yu Xifeng.

Wet and dripping, it stood on a floating log beside the kayak and didn’t come closer.

The cat spat the fish in front of her, then daintily licked its paws.

Was this… a thank-you?

For giving it fresh meat?

Yu Xifeng met the cat’s gaze for a while, then patted the kayak.

The cat seemed quite intelligent, understanding it had permission and jumped over.

It curled its tail around its front paws and sat obediently by her side.

Yu Xifeng put a plastic bag over the cat but didn’t bother with it afterward.

She paddled onward, staying alert.

When she saw a hardware store, her eyes lit up.

She swiftly broke in and took various small items.

Pipes, screws, screwdrivers, and even a chainsaw caught her heart.

Its lethality aside, just holding it was enough to intimidate some ill-intentioned people in the early days of the disaster.