For a moment, every Devil Race cultivator gathered here, regardless of cultivation level, wore an expression of utmost awe.
The Spirit Division Stage—that was the stuff of legends, a truly mighty existence.
Though it was said that whenever Spirit Source Valley underwent an upheaval, Spirit Division-level fellows would intervene.
But in the end, that was only hearsay.
For the vast majority of cultivators, even those at the Dongxuan level, it was difficult to ever have the chance to see a Spirit Division Stage powerhouse in their entire lives. For a time, the expressions of the gathered Ancient Demons were complicated to the extreme—shock, confusion, envy—yet reverence was unexpectedly the most common.
The Demon World had even more storms of blood and rain than the Spirit World, and the savage, battle-loving Ancient Demons worshiped the strong even more than human cultivators did.
With an existence of this level involved, even if some rare treasure had emerged, there would certainly be no share of it for them.
Yet these fellows could not bear to leave. Encountering the strong could also be counted as a kind of opportunity, and two Spirit Division Stage powerhouses should be able to unravel the mystery of this place.
People were all curious. Even if there was no share for them, they still wanted to see exactly what rare treasure had emerged.
Those two streaks of escaping light were extremely swift. At first they had still been at the edge of the sky, but in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived before them.
The radiance drew in, revealing one male and one female Devil Race cultivator.
The man wore a black robe and had a rather scholarly appearance, looking to be just over thirty. As for the woman's attire, it was bewitching to the extreme,