Shen Yun said, "When the bell rings next time, Kunlun Residence will close. Everyone, think of a foolproof plan. Sigh..."
Shen Yun looked at that ship-shaped Kunlun Supreme Treasure, his heart bleeding. He turned to glance at Fang Yun and began to suspect that Fang Yun had long since colluded with the Gray Clan.
The saints discussed heatedly, but not one of them wanted to continue. The saints willing to gamble had nearly exhausted their fortunes, while those unwilling to act had not acted from the start and were even less likely to do so now.
Suddenly, a voice rang out.
"I'll continue. Do as you please."
As Fang Yun spoke, he waved a hand, and divine light wrapped around two items as they flew inside.
The saints hurriedly examined them closely and sensed traces of Ancestral Might, though it was not particularly dense.
"Two damaged Ancestral Treasures! What a Fang Yun!"
The Third Giant God Ancestor, who had traded with Fang Yun before, looked at Fang Yun thoughtfully.
The final sphere emitted a bright glow, but quickly dimmed.
Shen Yun shook his head and said, "No. What is needed next are high-level treasures. If their level is insufficient, no amount of them will likely work."
Yet Fang Yun seemed not to have heard him. He began sending in large quantities of damaged divine objects, even ones he had no immediate use for.
The saints nearly drooled at the sight. Many of those items were things they themselves would have been reluctant to send in, no matter how great their gambling urge.
Fang Yun stared fixedly at the Kunlun Supreme Treasure within, continuously releasing treasures.
Only after nearly half a quarter-hour did Fang Yun stop.
After making a rough calculation, the saints shook their heads and sighed. Altogether, the treasures