Inside the closed room, which was immensely spacious, a single glance revealed no furniture or setup whatsoever.
A black halberd blade hovered in the center of the room, and ripple-like energy fluctuations manifested on all four walls.
Upon the ground,
Wang Ming sat cross-legged, holding five glowing orbs of different colors in his palms.
After entering the ancient city, Wang Ming lacked any great desire for exploration.
Curiosity killed the cat—an eternal, unchanging truth.
As for whether there were opportunities within the city?
Wang Ming believed that there must be good things; simply judging by the strength of this ancient city's defensive array, it was completely no weaker than the arrays of the Ten Ultimates Heavenly Monarchs from the Investiture of the Gods World.
Peeking at a leopard through a tube!
The Shui Yue World should have also had its glorious past.
Even a broken ship had three catties of nails left! Let alone a fallen cultivation civilization?
Yet opportunities were often accompanied by danger.
No matter which angle Wang Ming looked at it from, this ancient city that had suddenly emerged reeked of trickery.
The ancient city should contain quite a few good things, but Wang Ming saw no need to take risks himself.
The ten origin descendants from the Cang Qing World, Yin Zhong, and Heavenly Dao could all go pave the way for Wang Ming.
When gambling, whether to bet big or small—perhaps someone could guess correctly once.
Yet such unearned gains would cause people to lose themselves and become addicted; win this time, and you would lose it all back the next.
Gambling! There were only zero occurrences and countless occurrences.
Therefore, whether betting big or small was a loss in the long run.
The true winner never stepped into the arena; as long as he