"Martial Uncle, the heavenly omen before us is no small matter. Could some extraordinary treasure be about to emerge?"
A clear voice reached their ears, faintly tinged with excitement. The speaker was a young man of a little over twenty, and he was also the weakest among this group of devil cultivators.
"Martial Nephew Shao, you are too impatient. This Spirit Source Valley is filled with killing intent at every turn. Whether an extraordinary treasure is emerging is still hard to say; for all we know, there may be danger instead."
As the old man spoke, he released his divine sense, but unfortunately, he found nothing. The outermost Illusion Formation had indeed been broken by the vitality of heaven and earth, yet around the cultivation cave, Lin Xuan had also set up several sets of Formation Flags. If a mere Nascent Soul Realm member of the Devil Race could probe out the truth of it, then that would truly be seeing a ghost.
"Martial Uncle's words are correct, but are we supposed to just wait here doing nothing? The scale of this heavenly omen is so vast that it will not be long before other fellows arrive here. It is not that this Martial Nephew wants to puff up others' morale and snuff out our own prestige, but if even a slightly more formidable fellow comes, I fear we will have no choice but to hand over the emerging extraordinary treasure with cupped hands." The young devil cultivator's unconvinced voice reached their ears.
When the old man heard this, however, he sighed. These words also made sense. Their sect had already reached the point where the sun was setting beyond the western hills; otherwise, they would not have risked sneaking into Spirit Source Valley.
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