Who would be willing to cultivate painstakingly for years, only to become the laughingstock of their circle? That was why more and more people refused to believe in fate. They continued digging three feet into the depths of the Primordial World, solely hoping to stumble upon a heaven-defying opportunity, obtain a high-grade or even top-tier spirit treasure, and achieve the peak of the Quasi-Sage realm in one fell swoop!
For that very reason, when a soaring treasure light erupted above the Blood Sea, accompanied by a profound aura and countless wondrous phenomena, countless cultivators immediately reached the same conclusion: this item was definitely no ordinary treasure!
In an instant, the four directions trembled. Heroes emerged in droves, all rushing toward the Blood Sea. The fastest among them nearly turned into streaks of light, carving blazing trails through the heavens and earth.
But they had forgotten whose territory the Blood Sea was.
Ancestor Minghe had already severed his second corpse and stood half a step into the Quasi-Sage Peak! Most of those rushing to compete for the treasure were still lingering in the Great Firmament realm, having not even touched its threshold. The gap in cultivation was like ants looking up at an Azure Dragon.
The outcome was obvious.
Ancestor Minghe stood high in the void, his black hair whipping wildly as his scarlet robe billowed. Yuantu and Abi spun around him, their killing intent soaring into the heavens. Sword Light stretched for a thousand yards, sweeping through the crowd like frost and snow. Every time a Sword Light flashed, a Great Firmament cultivator fell.
Blood fell like rain, dyeing the heavens red before plunging into the Blood Sea below and stirring up waves of stench. Before the severed limbs and mangled corpses could even reach the ground, the sharp Sword