One Man Charged the Formation, Sweeping All Before Him!

Crack!

A bolt of lightning struck, sending several figures leaping away.

Only after the arc vanished into the ground did the four elderly figures gather again.

Their leader wore a troubled expression. Gazing out at the vast white expanse, he felt utterly lost.

"Weren't ancient cultivators' dwellings and great powers' ruins supposed to have opportunities scattered everywhere?"

"Apart from a few thousand-year-old spirit herbs and several Fourth Order ores, we've found nothing."

His three brothers could not help nodding at his words.

They truly could see no opportunities in these ruins.

The youngest of the old men said hesitantly, "Could this have been nothing more than a Spirit Transformation Great Power's place to rest, with no real opportunities to begin with?"

A great power's dwelling could vary greatly.

If it was a place the great power had cultivated for years, it would naturally hold countless opportunities.

Cultivation Methods, divine weapons, medicinal ingredients, and Spirit Treasures.

There might even be a legacy left behind.

But if it was merely somewhere the great power had stopped to rest while traveling, naturally there would be nothing particularly good left behind.

The reasoning was simple.

If a Foundation Establishment Cultivator grew tired while flying, carved out a cave, and slept there for a night, would he deliberately leave countless treasures inside?

Of course not!

These ancient ruins currently looked much like that sort of place.

The thousand-year-old herbs growing here had merely developed naturally over the long years, untouched and undamaged because no one had come to pick them.

Yet one thing was different.

The eldest old man shook his head. "There are palaces here. Even if this was a place of rest, it must have been a great power's traveling palace. Besides, an ordinary resting place could never have formed the terrain of