"This is it!"
Cultivator Chen was overjoyed. He pressed the compass-type Dharma Treasure in his hand onto it, then gave a soft shout, and all the magic power in his body surged out wildly.
The white-haired old man hurriedly turned his head as well. Like the female cultivator, his eyes were filled with burning fervor.
Before long, a series of cracking sounds reached their ears. The entire mountain wall began to tremble, and then the three mysterious Scrolls split open amid the violent shaking and fell down.
A large hole appeared before their eyes.
However, their gazes passed over the hole and landed on the hall not far away.
"Is that... an Altar?" The white-haired old man swallowed, his voice somewhat hoarse as he spoke.
"That's right." Cultivator Chen's eyes were filled with wild joy. "The Xuantian Underworld Treasure we're looking for is right here."
"What? Xuantian Underworld Treasure?" The female cultivator froze, and her expression immediately turned wary. "Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you mean by this? Didn't you say that inside the belly of Xueming Mountain, there was the remains of an Ancient Lihe Realm cultivator? How has it suddenly turned into some Xuantian Underworld Treasure?"
"Heh heh, Fairy Liu, don't be angry. There was a slight error in my information, that's all. But I would never let you two fellow daoists work for nothing. In terms of value, even the relics of a Lihe Realm cultivator can hardly compare with this Xuantian Underworld Treasure, can they?" The short Chen wore a face full of smugness as he spoke words of reassurance.
What information error? This female cultivator named Liu Mei was not so easy to fool, either. But hearing him describe it so mysteriously, her anger did subside. "Xuantian Underworld Treasure? This little woman is ignorant and