Looking at all those incredibly precious cultivation resources, Bai Qianyu was so excited he nearly cried.
Even as a dignified Holy Lord, he had never enjoyed such extravagant resources in his life!
As the Holy Lord of the Xuantian Holy Land, he had to consider the sect's disciples in everything he did. The resources spent on him over the years had actually been extremely limited.
Yet the resources Qin Wuyou had casually given him were already enough to support hundreds of years of cultivation.
In particular, several of the Great Saint Rank sacred medicines were practically peerless treasures in the Lower Realm, things that money alone could never buy.
Once he refined and absorbed them, they would be enough to raise him several stages!
Even if he could not reach the great saint peak, he should come close!
One could say that the treasures Qin Wuyou had casually produced were almost equivalent to granting him a second life!
They were enough to raise him several stages and give him another thousand years of life!
With those thousand years, he might even have a chance to gaze toward the impossibly distant supreme realm!
"Thank you, Grand Martial Ancestor!"
Bai Qianyu's voice trembled with excitement.
What Qin Wuyou had given him was not merely resources-it was hope!
"No need to stand on ceremony."
Qin Wuyou smiled faintly and said slowly, "Since you call me Grand Martial Ancestor, I can't simply stand by and neglect you! Go summon all the sect's cultivators at Saint Rank and above! While I'm still here, I'll see whether I can offer them some help. Once I go to the Upper Realm, I probably won't have many opportunities to return."
Qin Wuyou had thought it through as well. Now that he was the Xuantian Holy Land's Grand Martial