"Such pure fire spiritual power... it was truly something this old man had never seen in his life." Cheng Dexiang spoke with a face full of astonishment.
"Indeed. But the deeper we go into this sea of fire, the more unbearably hot it becomes. It has already spread across nearly a thousand li. If we go several hundred li farther, I'm afraid even the few of us will be unable to take another step." Muye Changting spoke in a deep voice.
"With such astonishing fire spiritual power, it would make no sense if no fire-elemental treasure had emerged. I happen to be a fire-element cultivator, while all of you have no use for it anyway. Why don't you yield a little? This little girl will certainly be eternally grateful." Muye Changshui looked at everyone with a flattering smile.
"The situation within the sea of fire remains unclear, and we still don't know exactly what's there. Discussing ownership of the treasure now would be rather premature." Cheng Dexiang and Meng Rujun naturally had no intention of yielding so easily.
Muye Changting merely smiled at Cheng Dexiang's words and did not argue immediately. With so many people present, it was naturally unrealistic for anyone to swallow the treasure alone. However, his side possessed overwhelming strength. Even if the treasure were divided, the Muye Household would still take the lion's share.
Meng Rujun let out a quiet sigh. Though the Meng Household was not a large lineage, it still had two Nascent Soul Cultivators. Unfortunately, in the early years, when the Ghost King descended upon Woundless City, their group had pursued a Golden Core cultivator into the teleportation array in Woundless Lake, and her elder brother had died unexpectedly. Otherwise, how could a little girl like Muye Changshui have been allowed to make