Zhunti had said quite a bit, but Jieyin didn't hurry to reply. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked toward the Demon Race Heavenly Court.
Seeing this, Zhunti paused, then hurriedly followed Jieyin's gaze.
As soon as he looked, Zhunti's eyes lit up. He understood what Jieyin had in mind.
"Senior Brother!"
"You really have thought of everything!"
Seeing that Zhunti had caught on to his idea, Jieyin smiled and said,
"Let's go!"
"This time, let's make sure we don't fall behind again."
With that, Jieyin and Zhunti transformed into streaks of light and headed straight for the Demon Race Heavenly Court.
After the Witch-Demon War, both races had suffered heavy losses.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had all perished, and Yao Emperor Dijun had fallen as well.
The Demon Race's heavenly realm had once been bustling with activity, but now it was desolate and in ruins.
Soon, two figures appeared outside the Demon Race's treasury. Who else could they be but Jieyin and Zhunti, the two Saints of the Western Teachings?
Earlier, on their way back to the Western Teachings, they had decided to ransack the Demon Race's treasury.
After all, the Witch-Demon War had only ended recently.
Before the fighting began, neither race could have imagined that things would end this way.
"Haha!"
"The Demon Race's treasury!"
"It must be filled with countless resources the Demon Race has gathered over all these years."
"I imagine it's packed with spiritual materials and magical treasures!"
Zhunti laughed excitedly.
Though they had failed to claim the merit of supporting the heavens, if they could empty the Demon Race's treasury, it would be ample compensation.
"This Demon Race treasury is destined to have a connection with the Western Lands!"
Saint Jieyin couldn't help exclaiming in admiration.
Then the two exchanged a glance and