Fang Yun gazed at the tallest mountain, his heart filled with emotion. When he had entered the Archaic Era years ago, the First Ancestor of Kunlun had already fallen. He had never expected the two of them to cross paths in such a way.
"These treasures are enough for me to show mercy to my subordinates," Fang Yun said.
"This old man thanks you in advance."
None of the Saints understood what he meant. Shen Yun's expression changed slightly as he muttered to himself, "Show mercy to his subordinates? Is he referring to the Kunlun Ancient Realm?"
At that moment, the Saints suddenly sensed a Void Shockwave. Its source was directly above Fang Yun.
When the Saints looked up, they saw a tiny black vortex slowly expanding, generating a powerful suction force.
The Saints and Ancestors were both delighted and alarmed. They were delighted because the Ancient Realm Core was rejecting Fang Yun, and Fang Yun would soon be driven away. They were alarmed because Fang Yun's treatment might be unique throughout the Myriad Worlds. He had received too many treasures—so many that even the Ancient Realm Core could no longer bear it.
The Ancient Realm Core was personally opening a door to see Fang Yun off. This was the first time in all eternity; no one had ever received such treatment before.
The Saints and Ancestors looked at Fang Yun, their gazes growing increasingly complicated. This person was simply too extraordinary.
Even being driven out looked this imposing!
Fang Yun withdrew his gaze from the black vortex and sighed softly. "It seems the Ancient Realm Core does not welcome me. How heartbreaking. All right, everyone, make haste. Let us conduct the third round of trade."
"What? You still want to hold an auction?" The Corpse Awakenings were truly stunned.