Deep within a pitch-black mountain range, Ye Haitang, Wang Qingling, and Wang Qiuming proceeded slowly. A small mound of earth moved swiftly ahead of them beneath the ground.
"Is there really a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Herb here? And it has even taken human form?"
Wang Qiuming asked curiously. Having grown up this long, he had truly never seen a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Herb before.
"There probably isn't any mistake. But a spirit herb that has taken human form is, strictly speaking, already a demon, just like the Tree Sprite I subdued. No, it should be even more formidable than the Tree Sprite I subdued. Don't count on the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Herb; the Six Roots Pure Bamboo should be no problem."
Ye Haitang said somewhat uncertainly. Flying Immortal Ruins opened only once every thousand-odd years. The Ten Thousand Year Spirit Herb had been discovered when Flying Immortal Ruins last opened. After so many years, the transformed spirit herb should have cultivated even more powerful divine abilities.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect and Ten Thousand Beasts Island both had their eyes on the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Herb. There was no need for the Wang Family to wade into those waters. No matter how good a treasure was, one still needed to be alive to enjoy it.
Wang Changsheng had repeatedly warned them to avoid conflicts with other cultivators whenever possible. No treasure, however precious, was worth more than their lives.
Their goal was the Six Roots Pure Bamboo. Unfortunately, Qian Yue did not know its whereabouts either, only that it was somewhere in the depths.
Wang Qingling nodded. "Yes! Once we find the Six Roots Pure Bamboo, we'll leave..."
Before she could finish, a deafening boom rang out in the distance. The ground trembled faintly, as though