Even so, it still could not scare off the treasure-hunting cultivators. Men died for wealth and birds perished for food—here, that truth was displayed in every last vivid detail.
Though the Sea of Ruins was a land of great peril, it was not as if there had never been examples of cultivators coming out alive. Of course, those people either possessed astonishing divine abilities themselves, or else had stumbled into some freak convergence of chance, their luck good to the extreme.
Naturally, there were also a very few who had both. Fellows like that could usually go a little deeper.
And among the immortal cultivators of this world, who did not know that the deeper one went into the Sea of Ruins, the rarer and more precious the treasures became?
Besides, there was no real need to go very deep at all. Even on the outskirts, as long as one stepped into dog-shit luck, one might still discover rare treasures.
Ready-made Ancient Treasures went without saying. Some materials were simply things hard to find in the world; even a random piece, outside, could sell for a great price, enough that an ordinary cultivator would not have to worry about lacking Spirit Stones for several hundred, or even over a thousand, years.
But what attracted people the most were still the medicinal pills treasured by Ancient Cultivators, especially certain spirit pills from the Underworld Realm. For the Human Race or Demon Cultivators, they had the same effects as well, and their efficacy was miraculously inconceivable. After taking them, not only could one break through bottlenecks and increase magic power, but there were even an extremely small number that could let a cultivator advance a level out of thin air.
Of course, such pills existed only in legend, and no one had