As Liu Yuan gazed at the dozens of clusters of Origin light suspended in the air, shining like stars, wild joy spread uncontrollably across his face.
The Origins of more than sixty Hunyuan Wuji cultivators.
What an astonishing fortune. In the past, he would never even have dared to dream of it.
He suppressed his excitement and immediately stepped forward, carefully putting away the clusters of Origin light that radiated terrifying auras, one by one.
Only after finishing did he let out a long breath of stale air. Even his body, left somewhat unsteady by excessive exertion, felt considerably more grounded.
Once he returned and handed these things over to the senior, the senior would surely reward him.
When that happened, his strength would undoubtedly undergo another heaven-and-earth-shaking transformation in a short time.
Liu Yuan looked around. The once-roaring battlefield had now fallen utterly silent.
Suddenly remembering something, he frowned slightly and looked a short distance behind him.
There was nothing there.
The ten peak Sage cultivators who had accompanied him were nowhere to be seen.
Liu Yuan fell silent for a moment.
In the end, they had failed to withstand the aftershocks of the attacks and had been shaken to death.
Not even a single intact corpse remained.
"What a pity."
Liu Yuan felt little grief, only a measure of regret.
Though their strength had been inadequate, they had still followed him here.
He had intended to reward them according to their contributions once they returned and devote some effort to nurturing them.
Now, it seemed there would be no need.
Liu Yuan shook his head and put the matter aside for now.
Weakness was the original sin.
In battles at their level, Sage cultivators truly did not even qualify as cannon fodder.
He withdrew his gaze. Collecting fortune