Golden Cicada Sacred Emperor felt his breathing quicken. If divine treasures of the heavens were considered precious items, then an Emperor's physical body was the rarest treasure among treasures. It was perfectly normal to go tens of thousands of years without obtaining even a single one.
That was only possible when an Emperor happened to fall. There was simply no way to maintain a regular supply. Yet Emperor bodies were commodities with a price but no market on the black market; the moment one appeared, all sides would rush to buy it up.
This was absolutely a business that brought profit without loss. For cultivators, companions, methods, wealth, and resources were all indispensable. Resources in particular could not be lacking, even for Emperor-level experts capable of overturning clouds and rain, because they still had to strive for even higher realms.
Otherwise, why would he have joined the Heavenly Commerce Alliance? Wouldn't it have been better to remain free and unfettered on his own?
Thus, his mindset was entirely normal. Anyone else in his position would have been no exception.
He did not suspect Ye Xiwen of deceiving him. First, there was no need for it. Second, the matter of Ye Xiwen killing many Emperors within Pan Tian Palace had long since spread everywhere. Any force with even the slightest interest would know about it.
"Yes."
Ye Xiwen nodded, hiding nothing.
"I wonder how many you have, Fellow Daoist?" Golden Cicada Sacred Emperor asked.
With a sweep of Ye Xiwen's hand, one corpse after another, each carrying an overwhelmingly powerful aura, appeared in the secret chamber. Though they had been dead for a long time, they still looked lifelike from afar, as if they were still alive. Time had not left the slightest trace upon them.
Looking at the rows of