Of course, the price of this secret order was truly astonishing, forcing some factions to empty their coffers just to barely obtain one.
Yet even so, they still flocked to it like ducks, for it was the ruins of the Time-Space Divine Hall, which even held the inheritance of the Time-Space Inscription.
Once, the Time-Space Divine Hall had stood high above the nine heavens as the supreme great sect of this world, only to be buried beneath the dust of history.
But its traces had remained behind, and now that it had emerged, everyone wanted to try their luck.
After all, examples had already appeared before. Many living beings had been swept into the rifts, and those who returned alive had all gained enormous benefits.
It was said that aside from the Time-Space Divine Hall, there were countless other opportunities within. There were even mature Grand Elixirs that had long vanished from the world. Though danger lurked everywhere, the saying remained true: people died for wealth. Everyone wanted to climb a hundred-foot pole and take another step higher.
Imperial Capital City was flourishing, with even denser crowds than when Lin Xuan had last arrived.
Moreover, with Wu Zhao Mountain no longer suppressing it, that restraining force had vanished. Even within the city, people could now use their power.
On the broad streets, living beings hurried along, all wearing excited expressions.
Lin Xuan even saw an old man leading many young disciples in a swift march. The moment they left the city, they shot into the sky and headed into the distance.
Behind them, several Divine Rainbows gave chase. Not long after the two groups departed, Dao rhythms began to stir in the distant sky.
"Robbing and killing for treasure!"
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes. The rules of the Upper Realm