As the light faded, Hong Jun's final words echoed through Zixiao Palace:
"Outside Zixiao Palace are many spiritual treasures I collected during my travels through Chaos in my early years. I no longer have any use for them, so I shall leave them for those with whom they share a destined affinity. You may take them yourselves."
Treasures held the greatest allure, no matter the time.
No sooner had Hong Jun finished speaking than the doors of Zixiao Palace thundered open.
Chaos qi surged in from outside, carrying the radiance of countless spiritual treasures.
Among those spiritual treasures were sabers, spears, swords, and halberds; bells, cauldrons, seals, and banners; pearls, jade, rings, and pendants; paintings, scrolls, and books.
They floated thickly clustered in Chaos like countless stars, radiating multicolored light, each one exuding a powerful aura.
Zixiao Palace erupted into an uproar.
The mighty cultivators rose one after another, turning into streaks of light as they charged into the Chaos Void outside the palace, scrambling to reach the spiritual treasures first.
Although the Three Pure Ones were already Hong Jun's direct disciples, who would ever complain of having too many spiritual treasures?
Yuanshi's eyes were sharp and his hands swift, sweeping several of the spiritual treasures with the strongest auras into his sleeve;
Sect Master Tongtian was less particular, sweeping up dozens of Innate Spiritual Treasures in one go.
Nuwa, by contrast, was unhurried. She selected a few spiritual treasures with creation attributes, then withdrew to one side.
After Jieyin and Zhunti collected several spiritual treasures with relatively strong auras.
They silently gathered up, one by one, the weaker spiritual treasures left behind after everyone else had chosen.
The West was barren. Every extra treasure they could take counted.
Di Jun and Taiyi were even more like fish in water,