Saints Gift Treasures Until Hands Go Numb—Innate Spiritual Treasures Treated Like Trash?

Yang Chen's transformation caused the surrounding space-time to fall into a strange stagnation.

The six Heavenly Dao Saints, six supreme beings who overlooked all of eternity, had their gazes locked onto Yang Chen. The emotions in their eyes, from initial apprehension, were rapidly shifting towards a horror they themselves couldn't comprehend.

Grand Supreme Elder Lord, especially.

In his eyes, which could discern all things and were as calm as an ancient well, the spinning Tai Chi diagram had completely stopped.

His gaze pierced through the ten thousand feet of Golden Light of Merit, bypassed the majestic purple energy that was madly pouring into Yang Chen's body, and finally settled above Yang Chen's head, on the nine-layered pagoda that was emitting ten thousand threads of profound yellow energy.

The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda!

His own companion supreme treasure!

The supreme defensive treasure that had been by his side since the beginning of the Primordial World, protecting him through countless tribulations without being worn down!

Yet now, it appeared above another person's head.

Not a clone, not a replica.

That same origin, that profound yellow mother energy, so heavy it could crush all heavens, could not be faked!

Grand Supreme Elder Lord's hand, holding his Fly Whisk, tightened uncontrollably, and several crystal-clear silk threads snapped.

In the sea of his Dao, which was usually tranquil and effortless, a storm capable of overturning the universe raged for the first time.

What was this kid's background?

Who exactly was he?!

Threatening the Heavenly Dao, forcing the Heavenly Dao to compromise, this already exceeded common sense.

And now, he could conjure a supreme treasure of this caliber out of thin air!

This was no longer a threat; it was a crushing blow, a ruthless demolition of the existing order of the entire Primordial World, launched from a higher dimension they couldn't comprehend!

The other five Saints' Dao Hearts were also violently shaken.

They exchanged glances, seeing a blankness called "absurdity" in each other's eyes.

They finally completely understood a principle that made their Divine Souls ache.

Today, if they couldn't satisfy this monster.

None of them would be able to leave this valley safely!

Dignity? The face of a Saint? The fate of a sect?

In the face of the ultimate fear of the entire Primordial World being dragged into the Great Ruin, all of this became worthless!

They had to act!

They had to offer a price he couldn't refuse!

Primal Celestial Venerable moved first.

The muscles on his face, always cold and indifferent, symbolizing the order of the Heavenly Dao, twitched stiffly.

He forcibly suppressed the humiliation and rage that threatened to erupt from his heart, and flipped his palm.

Buzz!

A treasure lamp, carved entirely from the purest glazed jade, appeared in his palm.

Above the wick, a bean-sized flame burned quietly. The color of the flame shifted unpredictably, as if it contained the origin of all flames in the world.

"Fellow Daoist."

Primal Celestial Venerable spoke, his voice so dry that even he found it unfamiliar.

"This is the supreme treasure of my Jade Void Palace, the Jade Void Glazed Lamp, containing the Heavenly Dao Sacred Fire. It can burn all things. Today, this humble Daoist shall gift it to you for protection!"

As his voice fell, he flicked his wrist, and the treasure lamp transformed into a stream of light, flying towards Yang Chen.

His movements were swift and decisive, as if he feared he would regret it.

Almost at the same moment.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from Sovereign of Heaven.

His face, usually arrogant and domineering, was filled with unwillingness and impatience.

But he knew even better that this was not the time for impulsive actions.

He flicked his hand, and a formation diagram shrouded in endless killing intent, along with the phantom images of four treasure swords of different colors, instantly appeared before Yang Chen.

The surging sword intent caused countless fine cracks to appear in the surrounding space.

"Fellow Daoist!"

Sovereign of Heaven's voice carried an anger suppressed to the extreme.

"This is the treasure of my Intercepting Sect, the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram! If you are in trouble, you may use this diagram at any time to borrow the power of my Four Immortal Slaying Swords!"

He did not say "gift."

He said "borrow."

This was the last shred of insignificant dignity he could retain as a Saint.

Following this was a soft sigh.

Saint Nuwa's pure and flawless face was filled with helplessness and pity.

She looked at Yang Chen, and more so at the power of the Great Ruin on him that clashed with the life force of all things in the Primordial World. She raised her jade hand.

An ancient scroll slowly unfurled.

Within the scroll, the sun, moon, and stars revolved, mountains and rivers shifted, as if containing a real, vast world.

"This is the River-Mountain Diagram of Creation. It can trap a Saint and also evolve all things."

Nuwa's voice was gentle, yet it carried an irresistible decisiveness.

"I bestow it upon you, little friend, to alleviate your boredom."

The Eastern Three Pure Ones and Saint Nuwa acted one after another.

The pressure instantly shifted to the two Saints of the West.

Daoist Jieyin's face was so bitter it looked like it could drip with yellow bitter herbs.

Daoist Zhunti's dry, smiling face was now contorted beyond recognition.

Their Western Teachings were already impoverished!

Seeing the wealthy and powerful figures from the East even bringing out their sect's most treasured possessions, their hearts burned with anxiety.

If they didn't bleed some treasure now, they feared they would truly be the first to be settled with by this madman!

Zhunti gritted his teeth, his heart bleeding, and handed over the multicolored Bodhi branch in his hand.

On the treasure tree, gold, silver, glazed jade, conch shell, agate, coral, and amber radiated with colorful light, exuding a domineering aura of "brushing away all things."

It was precisely his Dao-proving treasure, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!

"Fellow Daoist!"

Zhunti's voice held an undisguised tremor.

"This treasure can brush away all things under heaven. Today, you are fated to have it!"

One item.

Two items.

Three items.

Four items!

The Jade Void Glazed Lamp, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords Diagram, the River-Mountain Diagram of Creation, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!

Any single one of them was enough to stir up a bloody storm in the Primordial World.

Any single one of them was a supreme spiritual treasure that Quasi-Saints and Great Powers dreamed of.

Yet now, they floated quietly before Yang Chen like goods waiting to be sold at a roadside stall, emitting a heart-palpitating treasure light.

All the Great Powers in the entire Primordial World who were spying on this place had their Divine Souls fall into complete numbness.

Giving treasures!

Saints were vying to give their sect's most treasured possessions to an unknown young man!

This scene completely shattered their already firm and immortal worldview.

However, Yang Chen, at the center of the storm, looked at the mountain of treasures before him without even a flicker of his brow.

He wore the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda on his head, bathed in the boundless Golden Light of Merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, and lazily raised his eyelids.

His gaze swept over each of the Innate Spiritual Treasures.

His gaze was not like one looking at rare treasures.

His gaze was calm, indifferent, even carrying a pure, unadorned scrutiny.

It was like a buyer at a flea market, critically examining a few pieces of junk on a stall.

Finally, he pouted and casually waved his hand.

"Just this?"

His tone was light, yet it felt like an invisible slap, fiercely striking the faces of the six Saints.

The breathing of the six Saints hitched in unison.

"Fine."

Yang Chen's voice carried a forced reluctance, as if bestowing a favor.

"Leave them with me for now. I'll see how I feel."

As his voice fell, those Saintly treasures were drawn by an invisible force and slowly floated to his side, like a few neglected stones.

He didn't even bother to reach out and take them.

At that moment, the six Heavenly Dao Saints, looking at his utterly disdainful expression, felt their hearts bleeding profusely.

Yet, on their faces, they had to force smiles that were uglier than crying.

The scene was as humiliating as it could possibly be.