Within the Yellow Sand Gobi, two cultivators clad in dark robes sped forward atop their swords.
The younger-looking young cultivator endured it all the way, but in the end, he could not help asking the person beside him, "Senior Brother, why have we come here?"
"Didn't you hear that commotion just now? This place must have just gone through a great battle. If we head over now, we might just pick up some leaks if we're lucky."
A shrewd gleam flickered in the middle-aged cultivator's eyes. As he spoke, he could not help Glancing At the young cultivator, teasingly saying, "What, are you scared?"
A trace of timidity surfaced in the young cultivator's eyes. "Senior Brother, any farther ahead is the abyss. That place swallows people whole without even spitting out the bones. Back when the elders had us watch the abyss, didn't you take me and hide far away? Why are you taking the initiative to get close to it now?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator immediately said in exasperation, "You foolish boy, think about it properly. The ones forced into the Abyss back then were a bunch of old devils, all Great Cultivators at the Purple Palace Stage. With our skinny arms and legs, if they really killed their way out, how could we possibly survive?
I took you into hiding back then to preserve your little life. Even if those devils truly escaped, the sky would fall only because the elders and True Persons above were holding it up. It would never come down on our heads.
We're coming over now to make a fortune off the dead. Whatever goes into our pockets is ours. With this miserable job of ours, we hardly earn a few coins all year round. How could we possibly have enough to