Jiang Changkong and the Nether Dragon were dividing the spoils.
It ate Star Saints' corpses while Jiang Changkong counted the resources.
Nan Yuyang had indeed been generous. A full two hundred million Essence, Qi, and Spirit was enough to bring one martial art to completion.
But just as he finished counting, the two Star Script imprints between his brows trembled, and soul bodies condensed.
Jiang Changkong had been waiting for the soul power of the two near-gods to condense. Instead, the instinctive manifestation of the seven Great Daos emerged, and the two wisps of soul were wiped out.
The remaining soul power gave the Soul-Anchoring Tree a taste of what a near-god was like.
The two imprints trembled again. This time, having learned their lesson, the two condensed outside his body.
As their soul forms coalesced, the faces of the two ancient near-gods were both extremely grim.
"Jiang Changkong, you went too far this time," the soul near-god said first.
Last time, using the seven Great Daos to suppress me was one thing. This time, you directly erased a wisp of my soul!
"I didn't want to either. It was completely an accident."
Jiang Changkong shrugged. "If you don't believe me, see for yourselves."
The soul near-god frowned slightly and reached out to touch Jiang Changkong.
A wisp of soul power entered him and was instantly erased by the seven Great Daos.
Jiang Changkong had not even stirred his Star Power. It was purely instinctive. "See? I wasn't lying to you."
"How did you cultivate this?" The body-tempering near-god pressed a hand against his shoulder and said gravely, "Looking at you feels like looking at the Great Dao of Stars itself."
"I just cultivated blindly. Don't worry about such details."
Jiang Changkong showed off a little, then did not continue