Sword Splits the Void, Withering and Flourishing Decide the Outcome

All eyes instantly focused on him, carrying a trace of barely perceptible reverence.

This old man was unremarkable in appearance, yet among the eight, he was acknowledged as the one with the strangest and most unpredictable methods—Hermit Kumoku. The Life Source Great Dao he cultivated was exceedingly sinister and vicious.

Hermit Kumoku's murky old eyes swept across the crowd. His twig-like finger lightly pointed at the vast, surging Chaos Thunder Pool below. "Before Lord Polu departed, he spoke to me."

He deliberately paused, drawing everyone's attention, before slowly continuing. "My lord said: 'The Heart of Thunder Source is forbidden property of the Thunder Ancient Kingdom. With the Jia Karma Law before us, none may touch it in the slightest. Those who act rashly shall die. However, within thirty thousand li of the abyss's outskirts, the Thunder Source Crystals birthed by the Chaos Thunder Pool, as well as the Ancient Thunder Beast Skeletons and incomplete Thunder Dao Rune Fragments that may lie beneath the pool... are all ownerless. Take them according to your own opportunities and abilities!'"

The words were like a massive boulder dropped into still water.

"Is that true?!" Yan Lao, the Crimson Rune Battle Venerable, a burly man with a massive flaming wheel on his back and runes flashing all over his body, burst into a fiery glow. All his previous concerns were swept away.

"Haha, Lord Polu is wise! I knew it. How could our Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom possibly be intimidated by them..." Gu Zheng, known as the Barbaric Bone Battle Demon, let out a low roar. His body was covered in dark gold bone armor, and he held a massive bone hammer as he exuded a savage, primordial ferocity. He greedily licked his lips and swept his gaze toward the floating crystal mountains in the distance.