Following the crowd, Lin Wudao arrived at a spacious square.
At this moment, this place was crowded with cultivators.
Following their gazes, he saw a thin and cold man in his twenties who was wearing a burlap.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
...
Under the watchful eyes of many, the man carried a blackened ancient corpse as he walked out of the Heishui River step by step and gradually arrived at the square.
He then took out a mysterious black cloth bag and took out all kinds of strange things from it, placing them on the ground in front of him.
These things included rotten divine weapons, unknown bones, worn-out materials, and ancient elixirs.
They had mostly lost their effects.
"To think Li Heishui fished out the corpse of an Innate Sky realm powerhouse... His luck is too good."
In the crowd, sighs of envy could be heard.
