Closing the Net

"Get lost!"

"I found this first. Are you looking to die?"

"Treasures belong to whoever sees them. Don't even think about keeping it all for yourself!"

"You're courting death!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Amid the overflowing treasure light, the cultivators from every faction, who had just been united against a common enemy, instantly dissolved into a scattered rabble. Each fought for themselves, scrambling for every treasure they could lay eyes on within this treasury.

A treasury built according to the standards of the Saint Spirit Sect was naturally no small affair.

The outer perimeter alone contained more than a dozen halls, each genuinely storing an immense collection of low-grade spiritual objects.

Deeper within stood nine core treasuries, arranged underground in the formation of the Eight Trigrams.

Each treasury also held all manner of rare spiritual objects.

Magical artifacts, alchemical pills, puppetry, spiritual plants, gu materials...

Though their quantities were nowhere near as vast as those of a normal treasury, in order to avoid any flaws, a considerable amount of each had been stored there.

After all, although the ruins were isolated by formations and restrictions, the Cultivation World was not without secret arts and treasures capable of peering through such barriers to glimpse what lay within.

To prevent any possible flaws, they had forged this absolute authenticity.

And that was what doomed this treasury to its current frenzy.

In the midst of such madness, the united hostility toward the Longevity Sect disciples naturally vanished into thin air.

Countless opportunities lay before them. Clearly, no one had the leisure to argue and fight with the Longevity Sect disciples anymore.

As for the other Longevity Sect disciples who had been swept into this treasury, though they wished to stop them and remained loyal to their duties, the several personal Golden Core disciples who