This Spirit Salt Mine, I'm Taking It!

The cultivators sensed that something major had happened because they recognized that this Heaven-Shrouding Cloud Eagle, which had fallen to its death, came from the Cross-Path Sect of Red Firmament Heaven.

The Cross-Path Sect was one of the top twenty great sects in Red Firmament Heaven, with nine million disciples under its banner.

Its foundation was profound, and its geniuses gathered in great numbers.

Favored by heaven and earth, it possessed an enormous spirit vein, its legacy capable of being passed down for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations.

Thus, whether in Red Firmament Heaven or its surrounding regions, under normal circumstances, no one dared casually lay a hand on members of the Cross-Path Sect.

Yet now, the Cross-Path Sect's Heaven-Shrouding Cloud Eagle had been smashed to death alive, while the man on its back had been pierced through the heart from behind by a bizarre green light arrow.

Such a situation was truly extraordinary.

"Huatao!"

A gray-haired man in a brown Daoist robe stepped out from the crowd.

He was Su Peng, the Cross-Path Sect's sect master, while the black-robed man on the eagle's back was Xu Huatao, the sect's Ninth Elder.

Su Peng had never expected Xu Huatao to fall from the sky.

From the looks of it, Xu Huatao had likely ridden the Heaven-Shrouding Cloud Eagle here to find him, only to be wounded by an arrow midway.

Su Peng strode quickly to the Heaven-Shrouding Cloud Eagle and turned Xu Huatao over.

Seeing Xu Huatao continuously coughing up blood, seemingly about to breathe his last, Su Peng hurriedly took out a Saint-tier Revival Pill from his storage ring and fed it to him.

But strangely, such a high-grade healing pill was completely unable to treat Xu Huatao's injuries.

"What is going on?"

Not only Su Peng,