As Cheng Hao kept the God Clan corpses into the Haotian Tower, more and more cultivators arrived from the passageway outside the Luoshen Peak.
They did not dare to move recklessly. Like the cultivators of the Five Great Clans, they gathered around obediently and observed Cheng Hao's actions without blinking.
Seeing the number of corpses on the ground dwindling, the Perfect Realm female cultivator from the Meng Family became anxious. She turned to one of her clansmen and ordered, "Meng He, go! Don't make any mistakes at all! "
"Yes!"
The cultivator named Meng He was tall and sturdy. He was more than two meters tall. He flew to the top of the mountain with a serious expression and landed not far away from one of the God Clan corpses.
Menghe first observed Cheng Hao's movements again, then took a deep breath, calming the tension in his heart a little.
Following that, with a gentle aura and a fatherly smile on his face, he extended his hands toward the corpse not far away.
"Don't be afraid, child. I'm here to take you home!"
It was obvious that Meng He was a father. The kind look in his eyes, which said, "Daddy loves you," was very real. It was not a simple act.
Unfortunately, his fatherly behavior did not bring him any benefits. Instead, it angered the last trace of obsession in the corpse.
Imagine if a small ant suddenly crawled up to you, shook its head, and said, "Don't be afraid, child. Daddy loves you." How would you react?
Thinking about it, most people would not hesitate to stomp him to death, right?
So, Meng He's fate was even worse than Meng Shan's. At the very least, Meng Shan's corpse was left intact, but Meng He's body and soul had been obliterated by the aura of death.
"Still can't do it?"
Meng Yuan, a Perfect Realm cultivator from the Meng Family, frowned and looked at Cheng Hao in confusion. She did not understand why he could collect the corpses while the others could not.
"Sir, does one have to be a Perfect Realm Chaotic God to be qualified to collect the corpses?" Someone from the Meng Family suggested softly.
The Meng Family wasn't the only one who came to the same conclusion. The other families also came to the same conclusion. One had to be a Perfected Chaotic God in order to collect the Chaos Gods' corpses.
However, despite the conclusion, none of the Perfect Chaotic Gods from the clans tried to snatch the corpses. Compared to the corpses, they valued their own lives more.
Without absolute certainty, they weren't willing to risk their lives.
The Great Perfection Sovereigns of the five supreme clans were very conservative and did not make a move. The other Great Perfection Sovereigns who had come in seclusion also had no intention of snatching the corpse. At their level, they were all as cunning as foxes. Naturally, they would not take the initiative to stand out.
"Let's go. Looks like the fortune here belongs solely to that person. We won't be able to obtain any benefits if we continue to stay here!"
Meng Yuan took a deep look at Cheng Hao. Then, she gave the order to cross the Luoshen Peak and fly upstream along the long black river.
If Cheng Hao was alone, Meng Yuan might have tried to unite the Great Perfection Sovereigns from the other clans to snatch the Haotian Tower from Cheng Hao after he finished collecting the corpses.
However, Cheng Hao was not alone. Not only was he accompanied by Lan Meng, who was extremely difficult to provoke, but there was also a woman in white with an extremely strange aura.
Meng Yuan could sense that the woman was not a Perfect Realm Chaotic God, but she gave off an extremely dangerous feeling. It seemed that if they were to fight to the death, it would be hard to determine who would win.
The group of experts from the Meng Family left without hesitation. The Perfect Earthly Sovereigns from the other families were stunned for a moment before they gave the order to leave.
The Primordial Graveyard was very large. Just the Luoshen Peak in front of them was left with dozens of Primordial Gods' corpses. Perhaps there were even greater fortunes waiting for them in other areas of the graveyard.
Instead of wasting time here, they might as well try their luck elsewhere. Perhaps they could also encounter an opportunity that belonged solely to them!
As the cultivators of the five great clans left one after another, the Primordial Gods who were not from the five great clans also left one after another. They followed closely behind the five great clans. After a while, there were no other cultivators on the Luoshen Peak except for Cheng Hao and the other two.
"I'll send you home!"
Cheng Hao ignored the reactions of the other cultivators and continued to collect the Origin God corpses into the Haotian Tower. He only turned around slowly after collecting the last corpse.
"Lan Meng, the Bone Race should still exist in the Origin Universe, right?"
"They do!"
"That's good!" Cheng Hao breathed a sigh of relief. If the Bone Race still existed, then there would be a chance for revenge in the future. Even if he was no longer Emperor Li Hao of the Origin God Race, his hatred for the Bone Race was branded in the depths of his True Spirit. It was impossible to erase it!
"Let's go. I have a feeling that perhaps we don't need to enter the Primordial Void. We can obtain great fortunes in the Primordial Graveyard!"
Cheng Hao had a faint intuition that the Primordial Graveyard had been sealed for countless years and only opened today because he had broken through to the Great Perfection Chaotic Realm.
If he guessed correctly, he might be able to break through to the Eighth Level or even the Ninth Level in one fell swoop in the Primordial Graveyard!
The three of them followed the black river in front of Luoshen Peak, going against the flow as they hurried forward. Although there were great dangers in the Primordial Tomb, there were definitely great opportunities as well. They could not allow the five great clans to snatch them away!
The three of them didn't delay for too long and soon caught up with the other cultivators. The cultivators of the five great clans stood not far ahead, seemingly watching something.
"What's going on?"
Cheng Hao gazed into the distance. The area up ahead was shrouded by thick mist. The mist greatly weakened the senses of the soul. Even he struggled to probe the depths of the mist with the senses of his soul.
Another stone tablet flickered in and out of the mist. Cheng Hao studied it carefully and recognised the words on the tablet.
"Jian Yiming slew the traitors of the Bone clan with his sword!"
Lan Meng had already read the information on the stone tablet. Her voice immediately rang out in Cheng Hao and Lin Xi's heads.
"Jian Yiming is a veteran Ninth Level expert of the Origin God clan. When the Origin God clan first rose up, he was once the vanguard of the main force. He once slew the Ninth Level experts of seven foreign races all by himself. He can be regarded as one of the most powerful Ninth Level experts below Reciprocity!"
Cheng Hao nodded. As far as he was concerned, the Grandmist Graveyard wasn't a real graveyard in the truest sense of the word. Instead, it was more like a documentary of the chase between the origin god race and the traitor race!
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