As the spider swarm was successfully lured elsewhere as though migrating, the tension finally eased from everyone's faces.
From the rustling movements coming from within the rolling white-cloud-like Mist Shroud, they could clearly sense that there were no fewer than sixty or seventy demon spiders, each of them likely no weaker than the Earth Soul Realm.
Had they not enlisted the Bottle Spirit Sect's aid and prepared countermeasures for such abnormalities beforehand, they would likely have lost quite a few people.
Scarlet Clouds had initially retained a measure of pride, feeling that the Tomb Masters had given up some resources to enlist a mediocre force like the Bottle Spirit Sect, which was somewhat not worth it. Yet after repeatedly encountering danger along the way, only for the Bottle Spirit Sect's experts to resolve it time and again, her view gradually changed.
Once or twice might still have been attributed to luck's protection, but repeatedly escaping danger and turning misfortune into blessing was no longer something luck could explain.
These people from the Bottle Spirit Sect certainly possessed genuine ability!
At the same time, she understood that a force with such a special nature as the Bottle Spirit Sect could never be judged solely by its apparent cultivation strength and value.
In such perilous circumstances, even an ordinary Earth Soul Realm disciple might prove more useful than Heaven Soul Realm Soul Masters like them, who were outsiders to these matters.
Once the situation had stabilized, Ge Rong took out the ancient map and gestured to it. "What happened just now should have been the area marked by this rice-character symbol circled in white. We did not take the wrong path. The final ancient ruins are not far away."
Red Scorpion gave an embarrassed, delighted laugh. "So that broken rice-character trace was