Fang Qing gained quite a few benefits.
Each of the legendary Nine Revolutions Golden Cores could help cultivators break through the bottleneck of the Qi Sect Realm, yet there were actually several hundred of them here.
Besides these Nine Revolutions Golden Cores, there were also countless other Elixir Pills, with several hundred of each kind. Every single one was extraordinarily valuable.
Any one of these Elixir Pills was worth millions of Qi Gathering Pills, yet there were so many of them here. It was simply unbelievable.
Fang Qing had truly struck it rich.
Yet the real treasure was not these Elixir Pills or demon beast cores, but a mural.
The painting depicted a saint. The saint was bald and wore a kasaya robe, while beneath him crouched a fierce tiger. The tiger was enormous, radiating all sorts of savage and baleful auras. Its entire body was jet-black, and one glance was enough to tell that it was no good tiger.
It carried the aura of an ancient divine beast.
Behind the saint were rings upon rings of halos. These halos glowed because every ray of light was formed from demon beast cores—at least ten thousand of them.
This painting could be said to possess some Aura of the Sacred Dao, yet it also contained countless elements of the demonic path. At the very least, more than ten thousand Qi Sect Realm demon beasts had been slain for it, and it carried wisps of demonic aura.
To a demonic cultivator, this painting was demonic. To a righteous cultivator, it was righteous.
Yet through Fang Qing's eyes, he could clearly see that the most basic foundation of this painting was actually Human Skin.
Countless pieces of Human Skin.
There were tens of millions of layers, each one incomparably thin.
With Fang Qing's