Within Spirit Valley, corpses lay strewn across the land. Flesh and shattered bones were everywhere, and blood flowed like little rivers.
Clad in battle armor, with a bronze Saint Bell suspended above his head and a dark gold Dragon Spear in his hand, Lu Chen stood motionless for a long time in this divine land steeped in death.
At last, the blood-red light in his eyes, stirred by excessive slaughter, slowly faded.
Spirit Valley, which had shaken the world in the Primordial Era, had been utterly destroyed at his and the Human Demon's hands. Once dawn broke, the news would surely shock the entire world.
Although the battle had brought down many buildings in the valley, numerous ancient halls still stood. They housed this royal clan's accumulation over endless ages and were certain to contain countless divine objects and treasures.
Lu Chen put away the Dragon Spear and the Saint Bell, then walked beside the Primordial Human Demon toward those enormous ancient halls. Naturally, he would not pass up a royal clan's treasures.
They easily broke open one great hall after another. Within most, radiant vapor flowed and immortal mist swirled, with treasures everywhere.
As a Great Saint at the absolute pinnacle, the Primordial Human Demon had no use for these treasures. To him, they were no different from junk.
Moreover, he was alone in the world, with neither descendants nor disciples, so he took not a single treasure from the many ancient halls.
As a result, all the treasures in hall after hall went to Lu Chen. Even though he cultivated the Source Heavenly Divine Art and was already immensely wealthy, with countless resources, Spirit Valley's divine treasury still left him dazzled.
Another ancient hall was broken open. When they entered, they saw treasure light blazing and divine radiance