Although Qin Fengming did not know a single cultivator in the valley, he could still tell from the clothing of many of them that they came from various continents. There were naturally sea cultivators among them as well.
Of course, there were also people from the Qingyuan Continent among these cultivators. In fact, there were five whom Qin Fengming could identify with certainty as members of several first-rate sects of the Yuanfeng Empire.
However, Qin Fengming did not go forward to confirm it. Those sects had no particularly deep ties with Manghuang Mountain, and he could only identify them by the clothing they wore.
More than a hundred Great Cultivators had already occupied nearly all the seats and pavilions in the valley.
Since there were still several months before they could enter Nine Heavens Mountain, Qin Fengming naturally needed a place to sit and wait. Given their identities, none of them was willing to casually settle on a random boulder. Thus, after scanning the area, he chose one of the few unoccupied spots—a stone bench placed halfway up the mountainside.
Although more than a hundred cultivators sat within the valley, which was not particularly large, the entire valley was extremely quiet, without the slightest clamor.
Whenever anyone needed to converse, they generally relied on secret voice transmission.
Qin Fengming could now somewhat understand why everyone was staying here instead of going elsewhere.
Nine Heavens Mountain was the place in this spatial rift with the densest concentration of treasures. Other locations might also contain treasures or the caves of ancient cultivators, but everyone knew that the dangers there would naturally be far greater.
With their experience, none of them was willing to take such a desperate risk in search of unknown treasures.
Although there were quite a few seats here, each