Blood Sacred Mountain, 1086th level!
In a relatively secluded corner...
An ancient, majestic hall stood there.
Inside the hall!
A hazy Spirit Light lit up within the great hall.
At that moment, the four Purgatory Clan powerhouses seated cross-legged on the ground also opened their eyes!
Their gazes all fell upon the misty Spirit Light that had suddenly appeared in the center of the hall.
Seeing this scene, "Brother Mai Bao," the Purgatory Clan Mortal Cultivator who had been waiting there all along...
also breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
After all!
If Ming Qi of the Chirp Tribe had caused any trouble in the Treasure Vault...
he would have been implicated as well.
Although the Treasure Vault's Restrictions possessed boundless, unfathomable might—anyone below a divine envoy would die upon touching them.
Moreover, four seniors stood guard outside the Treasure Vault!
Under normal circumstances...
even if a Mortal Cultivator entering the Treasure Vault wished to steal its treasures, faced with those two barriers, they would retreat in their heart.
They might have the heart of a thief, but not the courage to act like one.
Yet in reality, accidents could happen at any moment.
Especially when the Treasure Vault was filled, as far as the eye could see, with a dazzling array of treasures...
It was easy to stir up a Mortal Cultivator's greed.
Mortal Cultivators so audacious as to defy heaven, or so utterly confident in their own methods, were rare, but not nonexistent.
Until he saw the other party emerge, he could not truly set his mind at ease.
If not for the coordinates of that "resource point," which could greatly improve his chances of preserving his life, he would never have vouched for a Mortal Cultivator he did not know well.
Only at this moment...
did he