The five Golden Crow bodies fell into the East Sea, kicking up towering tsunamis.
Countless cultivators descended on the East Sea like locusts, hoping to get a share of the benefits from the five Golden Crows.
Even a single feather would be enough for an ordinary cultivator to forge a high-grade magical artifact.
Not to mention the True Sun Flame contained within the corpses—treasure that even Golden Immortals would covet.
Back then, Flame Immortal Luo Xuan had wanted some too but had found no way to obtain it. He had only gotten a little through Liu Mang and You Wen's connections.
However, some cultivators headed in the opposite direction from the East Sea, rushing toward the Witch-Demon battlefield. The magical artifacts left behind after the Wu Clan and Demon Race died were equally rare treasures.
They could not get their hands on Golden Crow remains, but picking up one or two shattered magic treasures was still possible.
Golden Ao Island.
The Jie Sect was closest to where the Golden Crows had fallen.
"Duobao, warn the Jie Sect disciples not to fight over the Golden Crow remains. This is not something their current strength allows them to take part in."
Duobao looked up at Tongtian with an unreadable expression. After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke.
"Master, my junior brothers and sisters have no interest in the Golden Crows. When the Golden Crows appeared in Hong Huang, they caused devastation among living beings. All the Jie Sect disciples have gone to save people and earn Merit."
Tongtian: "..."
Hearing Duobao's answer, Tongtian did not know what to say.
A perfectly good Jie Sect, filled with creatures born from dampness and eggs, furred and horned beings—and yet they were nearly earning more Merit than even the Virtuous Disciples of the Chan