Night flowed like water, silently washing over every corner of White Bone Cave on Skeleton Mountain.
The clamor and fervor after the great battle gradually settled with the passage of time, transforming into a deeper tranquility steeped in joy and reassurance.
The core hall of the Goddess Immortal Alliance was brightly lit.
This cave dwelling, originally belonging to Shi Ji, was now filled to the brim with dazzling magic treasures radiating immortal light.
These were all spoils Qin Feng had "confiscated" from the Xi Qi battlefield.
The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, along with their Registered Disciples, had fled in such panic that they abandoned their armor and weapons, leaving behind no one knew how many treasures.
At this moment, these spiritual treasures that could have sparked fierce competition among countless immortals outside were casually piled in the hall's corners like worthless junk.
The Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, the Yin Yang Mirror, the paired Wu Hook Swords...
Qin Feng sat cross-legged before this pile of "trash," idly taking inventory.
He casually picked up a purple-gold seal and weighed it in his hand. Guang Chengzi's shocked and furious aura still lingered upon it.
"The Fan Tian Seal? I think that was its name."
Qin Feng curled his lip and tossed it aside as though he were throwing away a brick.
Its power was decent, but it was too heavy and felt awkward in his hand.
He then picked up a feather fan gleaming with five-colored radiance, gave it a wave, and found that the wind it produced was weaker than a slap from his own hand.
"The Five Fire Seven Bird Fan? What a flashy name."
With another casual toss, the fan capable of burning mountains and boiling seas rolled into a corner.
At the hall entrance, Shi