When beings on the level of the Heavenly Dao clashed, the upheaval in world origin could actually produce such wondrous objects.
This was something Fang Qianyuan had never anticipated.
Throughout history, mighty experts had left very few records of this phenomenon. Presumably, few could touch world origin in the first place, and those who discovered it by chance would deliberately conceal it rather than let the knowledge spread.
But Fang Qianyuan soon came to terms with it.
He was the one who had set two Heavenly Daos against each other and secretly seized the greatest share of origin power.
Although these fallen crystals could indeed be called true treasures, they were, at most, mere scraps and fragments.
Perhaps some fish had slipped through the net, even containing powerful spirit essence that would tempt him, but they could not compare with "setting the Heavenly Daos against each other and reaping the fisherman's reward."
His sights should be set on harvesting the entire Jianmu World at a strategic level, even looking beyond that specific world to the Myriad Worlds, rather than personally entering the fray to compete with the teeming masses for these fly-sized scraps of profit.
Thus, he developed no great fixation on those glittering crystals. Instead, he watched with interest as that disciple of the Sacred Dragon Sect recovered from his shock and fear, approached the crystal, and picked it up.
The Sacred Dragon Sect disciple did not actually recognize the object, but the innate instincts of a living being ensured that anything glittering and resembling a gemstone would always arouse his interest.
"Ah!"
The instant the crystal touched his skin, it seemed to be drawn to his flesh and blood, swiftly turning into a streak of light that burrowed into him.
"What the hell is this thing?"
The Sacred