The Divine Artifact Has Returned

After recuperating these past days on Quarry Island, where spiritual energy was abundant, the Mayfly Patriarch had recovered at least half of his former cultivation. Against these Penglai disciples with no Eighth Realm experts present, his Mayfly Red Mist was an invincible killing weapon.

Whether they were upper sect disciples suppressing the riot or lower sect disciples stirring it up, once swept up by the red mist, they became members of the same camp—puppets of the Mayfly Patriarch.

Everyone worked together to harvest the spiritual plants.

Harvesting the mature ones was one thing, but picking the unripe ones would be a terrible waste. Yet the Mayfly Patriarch had a method: he could uproot an entire mountain peak or forest, along with the spiritual vein beneath it.

It would naturally have been difficult for one or two people to accomplish before, but with more than a dozen cultivators joining forces to pry up a spiritual vein, even those with lower cultivation could manage it.

The miners from Star Suppression Island behind him were even more efficient. After all, they had been mining for so many days already, and their techniques were exceptionally practiced.

In groups of three to five, they dug out the underground spiritual veins chunk by chunk, leaving one massive pit after another across the Three Islands. Du Wuhen eagerly led the puppets onward, calling out, "Over here, over here! Those who've dug up spiritual veins, follow me!"

This happened so suddenly that the entire scene fell silent at once. No one had expected someone like this to emerge halfway through.

Even the Nether King Sect Master was stunned.

Well, damn.

We only wanted to snatch some spiritual plants and magical treasures, but this old man had directly dug up their foundations.

This was what it meant to be