"Whoooosh...!"
The Corpse-Chemolysis Soul-Scattering Powder gave off a faint fluorescence like star sand as it drifted slowly onto the corpse. An eerie blue-green flame suddenly flared up, burning the body to nothing in a few short breaths without leaving the slightest trace.
A step away, Monk Fulai watched the flames gradually die out. Then he stirred his divine soul power, carefully sensing everything before him. Only after confirming that the corpse had left no aura or trace did he turn to the others.
Looking at the Old Monk Travelers, he said steadily, "Those carrying Storage Magic Treasures, gather the Star Source here at once. Be quick."
"Yes."
At his command, more than forty Old Monk Travelers stepped forward, each activating their consciousness space to summon magic treasures of various shapes before beginning to collect the enormous quantity of Star Source inside the straw shed.
Monk Fulai did not move. He simply stood outside the shed with his hands tucked into his sleeves and instructed them, "Once the Star Source is collected, everyone will leave North Wind Town with me through the East City Gate. Outside the gate, those carrying Star Source will follow me. The rest will withdraw on their own according to our previous arrangements."
Inside the shed, everyone swiftly gathered the wealth as they listened to Monk Fulai's instructions. In mere moments, the piles of Star Source reflecting the crimson blood covering the ground had been swept clean. All that remained in this once tranquil, secluded landscape secret realm were mutilated corpses strewn across the ground, their deaths gruesome.
Seeing that everyone had finished their murderous plundering, Monk Fulai actually inspected the crime scene in the landscape illusion realm himself once more out of caution. Only after confirming that not a single clue had been left behind did