The Strange Grass

"Daoist Friend Wuming, what exactly are you going to retrieve?" Faced with such a terrifying danger, an elderly Venerable had already grown fearful. He asked Jian Wuming, "Although entering the Demon God Tomb would let us broaden our horizons, when the opportunity is still unclear, forcing our way in at the risk of our lives is simply unwise. I've survived until now not by acting recklessly."

As soon as he spoke, many people turned to look at Jian Wuming.

Jian Wuming pondered for a while before saying, "I came to the Ancient Battlefield a thousand years ago. Back then, I entered the Demon God Tomb once. Although I gained nothing, I happened to discover a secret place. Every time the Ancient Battlefield opened in the following sixty-year cycles, I would explore the Demon God Tomb, searching for a safe route in and constantly drawing closer to that secret place."

"That secret place is wreathed in killing intent. Buried at its center is a Blood Bone."

Hearing Jian Wuming's words, everyone drew in a cold breath. This abyss was called the Demon God Tomb, and Jian Wuming's words easily made one associate that Blood Bone with something left behind by an ancient demon god. Yet no matter how one thought about it, that was impossible.

Regardless, the Blood Bone was clearly extraordinary. For a time, everyone present began looking forward to seeing it.

"I, Jian Wuming, promise that as long as we obtain the opportunity, everyone will receive benefits that satisfy you."

When they had negotiated the terms earlier, they had only discussed remuneration. But now Jian Wuming had taken the initiative to offer them a share of the benefits. Otherwise, with such danger, mere payment would not be enough to move these people.

Jian Wuming raised one hand and swore