Facing Jiao Daoren's question, the Eight-Armed Asura stammered out an explanation. "This... really wasn't our doing."
"In the last great war, our tribe abandoned darkness and sought the light."
As it explained, it muttered inwardly, Which Celestial Immortal does this Great Serpent belong to? It actually has the cultivation of an Eight-Armed Asura too? "Abandoned darkness and sought the light?" Jiao Daoren snorted disdainfully. "You were beaten into surrendering, weren't you?"
The Eight-Armed Asura was speechless. The other party was absolutely right—they had surrendered because they could not win.
They had had no choice. If they had not surrendered, their entire race would truly have been wiped out.
Some of these magical artifacts had been secretly hidden away by them, while others had been obtained while cleaning up other battlefields.
As for whether the Cultivators knew about them... they most likely did not. Otherwise, the Asuras would not have dared keep them.
The war between the Cultivators and the Asura race had left battlefields everywhere. It was hardly strange for the Cultivators to miss a few places during the cleanup afterward.
In fact, after the war, those Celestial Immortals had sought them out and inquired about the whereabouts of certain magical artifacts.
Simply put, if any inherited Cultivator faction came asking, the Asuras had to give an account.
But magical artifacts left behind by lone wanderers or Cultivator teams that had been completely wiped out could potentially be quietly pocketed.
In the Eight-Armed Asura's view, those definitely did not count as spoils of war. It certainly did not dare admit in front of them that it had killed immortals and seized treasures.
So it could only claim that those Celestial Immortals had gifted them to the Asuras.
Unfortunately, the people before it were no fools and had pointed it out