The Cultivators had been able to chase down the first Medium-Medium Fortune opportunity mainly because they saw light.
This opportunity moved at random. Though it did not move very quickly, it was not that easy to catch either.
In this gloomy, sinister space, there was an extremely corrosive aura, one that could even corrode the soul.
It was inconvenient for everyone to extend their divine senses too far, and they could not keep divining continuously, so the pursuit was somewhat tiring.
Fortunately, whether it was Min Ning, Jin Ge, or Qu Jianlei, none of them were bad at divination, so filling in as backups was no problem.
But in the end, what allowed them to lock onto the target was still the faint glimmer they saw from far away.
The danger in this space was actually quite considerable. As for why the Five-Person Group felt no pressure... just look at what kind of lineup they had.
If a team of Nascent Soul Realm Cultivators had come here instead, one careless mistake might have wiped them all out.
After all, the space here was warped, time was warped, the energy erosion was powerful... and most importantly, there were Space Rifts.
Enough digression. A faint glow suddenly appeared in the space, as if a little oil lamp had been lit in the dimness.
That was exactly the feeling: out in a deserted wilderness late at night, a barely visible oil lamp appeared in the distance.
They could not even sense the distance, because sight... really could deceive people, let alone in a place where space itself was warped.
But since they had already set their eyes on it, there was no way it could run.
When they finally chased closer and took a look, everyone froze. It was actually a white ball