The people in Yufu Palace were astonished, and the hall erupted in an uproar. Amid the chaotic shouts as they settled the wagers, Xu Yi had already finished sweeping the battlefield and drifted away.
He did not hurry back to Yufu Palace. Instead, he found a cliff, carved out a stone cave, and hid inside to take stock of the spoils from this great battle.
Twenty-one Sumeru Rings—half a lifetime's savings from twenty-one Yang Venerate mighty figures. Just imagining it was enough to know how abundant the haul must be.
The count took a full half an incense stick's time to complete.
Though his reason for joining the battle had been to save Yin Qiu, and his mood was weighed down by that burden,
even so, the astonishing haul brought him a joy he could hardly contain.
From the twenty-one Sumeru Rings, he had gathered more than six million Spirit Stones and four Level 1 Grade 4 Mystical Talismans, one each of the metal, fire, water, and wind elements. There were also eight Level 1 Grade 3 Mystical Talismans, representing every element, including one unusual talisman.
Unfortunately, although he had obtained many Mystical Talismans and could identify their attributes from their markings, he did not know their specific properties.
Take the Swift Wind Talisman and the Swift Body Talisman, for example. Though both were wind talismans, their properties were clearly different, and their effects in battle differed just as much.
At present, Xu Yi had no way of knowing the specific properties of the Mystical Talismans he had obtained. He could not keep them straight in his mind, much less adapt his fighting style to each talisman or plan a battle around them. He had no way to strike with precision.
Thus, although these Mystical Talismans were valuable, he could