Liu Yuan stared at the dozens of Origin Essence orbs floating in the air, brilliant as stars. He could not suppress the wild joy spreading across his face.
The Origin Essence of more than sixty Hunyuan Infinite cultivators.
What staggering wealth! In the past, he would not even have dared dream of it.
He forced down his excitement, stepped forward, and carefully put away the orbs one by one, each radiating a terrifying aura.
Only then did he let out a long breath of turbid air. Even his body, left unsteady by the strain, felt more grounded.
Once he returned and handed these over to the senior, the senior would surely reward him.
His strength would undergo another earth-shaking transformation in no time.
Liu Yuan looked around. The battlefield, so clamorous before, had fallen utterly silent.
Something suddenly occurred to him. He frowned and looked a short distance behind him.
There was nothing there.
The ten peak Saint cultivators who had come with him were gone.
Liu Yuan was silent for a moment.
In the end, they had failed to withstand the shockwaves from the attacks and had been shaken to death.
Not even an intact corpse remained.
"What a shame."
Liu Yuan felt little grief, only regret.
They might have been weak, but they had come with him.
He had intended to reward them for their contributions and cultivate them properly once they returned.
Now there was no chance.
Liu Yuan shook his head and put the matter aside for the moment.
Weakness was the original sin.
In a struggle at their level, those in the Saint realm did not even qualify as cannon fodder.
He drew back his gaze. Collecting Fortune was what mattered.
A short while later, Liu Yuan flew out of the Skywind Realm.
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