Fang Yun was utterly shaken. So shaken that he did not want to look any further. If he saw power that was too formidable, he might be reduced to ashes and dust, just as a Half-Sage would be injured by gazing directly upon an Ancestral Treasure.
"Should I compete for this? I made quite a haul this time, and I still have plenty of items with higher levels of power. If I miss this chance, I may never get another! This is the Ark of the Myriad Worlds, the Ark of Ten Thousand Ages!"
Fang Yun pondered for a long while, then suddenly let out a long sigh. "Shen Yun was right. Rather than keep some things in hand only to sell them off cheaply or pass them down to unworthy descendants, I might as well give it a try!"
As Fang Yun spoke, he swept his right hand. Countless treasures and divine objects gathered into a long river, like dark clouds, and flew inside.
The saints clicked their tongues in amazement. The Half-Sages in particular were filled with admiration. This Human Race cultivator truly possessed an astonishing number of treasures.
Yet all those treasures fully lit only slightly more than two light spheres, equivalent to half an Ancestral Treasure.
The saints gently shook their heads, believing Fang Yun to be exceptionally unwise.
Then Fang Yun swept his hand again, and the expressions of some Sainthood experts turned exceedingly ugly.
Yet the eyes of other saints lit up, and they secretly praised Fang Yun's method.
Because this time, Fang Yun had thrown in the corpses of saints!
After saints died, some treasures remained on their persons, some were stored in spatial treasures, and still others rested within their internal spaces.
The internal spaces of most Half-Sages were extremely complex. Even