At the center of Dapan, the temple lay collapsed, its Golden Body shattered.
The Mani Jewel flew back on its own, considerably dimmer. Its moonlight shimmered like rippling water, and the drizzling rain that touched it condensed into cold snow, frost, and dew, draping the ruins in silver.
Xu Xuan returned it to his qi sea. Jingyan had given him this object, and its provenance was above suspicion. With the Great Moonlight Temple backing it, he had no fear of anyone questioning it.
The jewel had merely formed from a ray of colored light. It possessed only the outward shape and could not compare with genuine relics or Buddhist bones.
It was probably akin to scraps from a Purple Mansion spiritual treasure, worth only cultivation resources. It fell far short of the Perching-Flame True Feather, and as an object belonging to Buddhist cultivators, it was difficult for immortal cultivators to use.
Only the attraction of that red light had prompted the Mani Jewel to unleash its power on its own and dissolve the glazed skeleton.
By his current reckoning, the true Purple Mansion-level Spirit Treasures Xu Xuan possessed were the true feather and flame the Fire Crow had given him, followed by this moonlight Mani Jewel.
If I had a bolt of Purple Mansion-level lightning, then I would truly have struck it rich.
Xu Xuan sighed inwardly. These few Spirit Treasures in his possession were all suitable for his use.
Liang Yong looked thoughtful, but merely smiled and headed toward the temple ruins to see what Spirit Treasures remained.
Beside them, Fan Qingzhu looked as composed as ever and offered his congratulations first. The expedition had gone smoothly, and he had suffered no losses.
Wen Si'an stepped forward and looked at the ruins before them. She did not ask about