The Ancient Wilderness Realm was where a Celestial Emperor had fallen. What Celestial Emperor from any publicly listed company wouldn't know that? The opportunities here were genuinely abundant.
Take the Thousand Mechanism Sword Tomb before them. Its hundred thousand sword peaks had formed from the shattered ten finger bones of a Celestial Emperor. Each sword peak stood grimly erect like a tombstone, pitch-black throughout and coursed with ancient dark-golden patterns—like blood vessels, like curse seals, and even more like some living thing slowly breathing.
Where the sword points aimed, the laws of heaven and earth warped space. Countless lingering shadows of sword intent could vaguely be seen clashing and slaughtering one another. When the wind passed through the sword tomb, sword cries that made one's liver and gall tremble rang out.
They were not the sounds of metal and iron, but the low murmurs and whispers of some higher existence—dead in body, yet with intent remaining.
Most precious of all, the Thousand Mechanism Sword Tomb concealed metal of the Five Elements. Obtaining it could forge a supreme divine body, a golden body, a Dao body—but the slightest carelessness would see one's bones eroded by metal qi, turning them into part of the sword tomb.
Such immense fortune was not something just anyone was qualified to enjoy.
Bai Wuyan had neither the qualifications nor the intention. Not just anyone could take a Celestial Emperor's inheritance; taking it meant paying a price. She could perhaps seize it by force, but there was truly no need.
She could simply let the cauldron make a pass through it—let Xiang Yuan take it first and refine the opportunity into his own, then use the cauldron herself afterward. Either way, she would not lose out. This wave was a bloody profit.
As for whether Xiang Yuan