"Perhaps it wasn't that the enemies were too weak, but that I was too strong now."
Muttering narcissistically, Ji An withdrew the mana driving the Great White Spirit Extinguishing Sword.
He summoned the Five Directions Banners back to his side to reform the defensive domain, then descended in high spirits and began collecting the spoils.
Ji An activated the Object Control Art, first gathering together the mangled flesh and shattered bones. He did not even spare the bloodstained soil.
Afterward, he scraped away another layer of earth and collected the bronze lamp fragments, striving to leave behind not the slightest trace.
"Another two Summoning Bags and Buddhist treasures added to the haul. I wonder how much I gained."
Ji An tucked the Summoning Bags into his sleeve and stored the Buddhist treasures and other items in the Void Stone. Then he rode the clouds and flew to Netherworld True Monarch's corpse, gaining another two Void Stones.
A rice-yellow pouch hung from the corpse's waist. If he was not mistaken, it was a Corpse Nurturing Bag.
Just as he was about to put away the corpse, a black radiance appeared a hundred zhang away. It cupped its hands in salute.
"I am Netherworld, Daoist master of the Earth Fiend Gate in Southern Continent. Please do not laugh at this sorry sight."
The foot-tall little figure bore a seven- or eight-tenths resemblance to Netherworld True Monarch.
In truth, he had not wanted to show himself. Faced with the combined assault of two Buddhist cultivators, he had been beaten into a miserable retreat. Yet those Buddhist cultivators had not even lasted a single round in this man's hands.
Though the other party had killed the Buddhist cultivators, Netherworld True Monarch's physical body had been destroyed, and only his Nascent Soul remained. In the