After hearing Lu Chuan's words, the Eight-Headed Fierce Bird's sixteen eyes all fixed on Lu Chuan in unison.
Off to the side, Black Tiger and the others also secretly put themselves on guard, wary that the Nine-Headed Insect might suddenly erupt into violence.
They had not known the Nine-Headed Insect before, nor had they known he was one of them, but they believed that with the Holy Envoy's strength, dealing with this fierce bird would still be no problem.
In the end, the Nine-Headed Insect did not make a move. After turning into human form, his face was pale, his whole body covered in blood, and he looked extremely weak.
He also knew that Lu Chuan's words were not wrong. By the time they rushed from here to Bibo Pool, everything would probably have long since settled like dust.
"This is the sarira I found."
The Nine-Headed Insect stretched out his hand, and inside a large shell lay a glowing sarira. Weakly, he said, "Hurry and contact Lord Buddha. I want to see Lord Buddha."
He knew Wutian's magic power was boundless, his methods beyond his imagination.
At this moment, he could not save his wife, so he could only pin his hopes on Wutian.
"So this is the Buddhist Sect's supreme treasure, the sarira?"
The group of demon kings beside them all crowded over as well, looking curiously at the sarira.
This object was a treasure of the Buddhist Sect, something very rare to them. In fact, they had almost never seen one before.
Curious, Black Tiger reached out toward the sarira.
The Nine-Headed Insect watched him, only to see Black Tiger cry out in alarm before he had even touched the sarira. He quickly drew back his furry tiger paw and said in startled suspicion, "Why does this