The Sea Race was generally poor. After searching them all, the most valuable thing still turned out to be what Shui Yingrong had carried.
It was a sharp black feather, with faint, shifting shadows within it. It looked like it had an extraordinary origin.
Come to think of it, the most valuable thing among the Sea Race cultivators should have been on Yu Siqing. Unfortunately, Jiang Wang had kicked him into the Boundary River, leaving nothing to recover.
Besides that, the Crystal Bridge was also worth a great deal, but it had been completely destroyed as well.
Jiang Wang put away the valuables. Regardless of their quality, they at least filled the Storage Box—which had been emptied of all its talismans—nearly to the brim. That should make up for some of his debt, at any rate.
He tossed the Sea Race corpses into the Boundary River one by one. Watching the multicolored water, still utterly unchanged, Jiang Wang suddenly remembered a question he had pondered shortly after entering the Lost Realm: where did the corpses in this world ultimately end up?
It seemed... they ended up in the Boundary River.
In essence, while the Human Race alone occupied the Present World, it could also be seen as part of the Present World's rules. The Sea Race, meanwhile, belonged to the rules of the Cang Sea. Those among them who had cultivated successfully had a deeper grasp of the rules, and thus embodied them more fully, whether those of the Present World or the Cang Sea. In the end, all these manifestations of the rules shattered in the Boundary River, becoming part of the disorder.
In a sense, the Human Race and the Sea Race were taking space and resources such as Lost Crystals from the Lost Realm, while the Boundary