"Indeed. The entrance to Lingbo Valley vanished, and that was truly a regret for cultivators such as ourselves. But two hundred years ago, through a twist of fortune, this old man discovered a treasure whose origins are bound to Lingbo Valley by a thousand threads and ten thousand ties. By borrowing its power, one can enter that valley again."
The Green-Robed Elder spoke with his eyes flickering, his expression calm to the extreme, as if what he was describing at this moment were only some insignificant trifle.
Yet the moment his words fell, the cultivators below instantly exploded into an uproar. Although their situation was unfavorable, the instant they heard this news, most of them still found it hard to conceal the joy on their faces.
After all, every cultivator present, without exception, was an old fellow at the Spirit Division Stage. Lingbo Valley had disappeared only twenty thousand years ago, and most of them had once gone there a few times themselves.
Though it was not filled with treasures everywhere one looked, the chance of finding heavenly materials and earthly treasures inside was indeed far higher than outside.
Now, hearing that there was a chance to enter the valley again, their first reaction was naturally excitement mixed with joy.
However, after that brief happiness passed, the cultivators all furrowed their brows. After all, with their strength having reached this level, how could they possibly not have weathered wind, frost, snow, and rain?
As the saying went, meat pies did not fall from the sky.
If the other party bore no ill will, why would he need to summon them here in such a manner?
He only had to let the news slip slightly, and cultivators willing to enter Lingbo Valley of their own accord would be countless.
By reason