Then the awakened old monsters still within the mountain tossed their storage treasures to Fang Yun, one after another.
Each storage treasure left a faint trace of ancestral might in its wake, one that would be difficult to erase even after several hundred years.
"These old fellows really have deep pockets..." Like the other Sages, Shen Yun clicked his tongue at the sight.
The aura of a single ancestral treasure could not break through the confines of a storage treasure. It took at least two ancestral treasures together with a sufficient quantity of ancestral materials to achieve that.
A full seventeen storage spaces carried such an aura.
"The Kunlun Clans are finished. From now on, Ancestral Corpse Barren Mountain can no longer count as a great treasure land. How pitiful the Sages ten thousand years from now will be..."
Shen Yun let out a helpless sigh.
Fang Yun had emptied at least a good third of the Kunlun Ancestral Corpses' reserves. The Gray Venom Giant Frog Ancestral Corpse, for instance, had given him most of his wealth and would have hardly any treasures left to bestow upon descendants who came for Ancestor Worship.
Shen Yun muttered under his breath, "The Sacred Way is in disorder, and the natural order has been turned on its head! We prepared for ten thousand years and endured a thousand hardships just to worship our ancestors once. Fang Yun, on the other hand, came to Ancestral Corpse Barren Mountain to squeeze out its oil-and he's cracking bones and sucking marrow, fattening himself until his head and belly bulge. If the ancestors outside knew, they'd be furious enough to die."
"Don't worry. However much he sucks up here, he'll have to spit it all out once he leaves! When the Ancient Realm Core is about to