Belonging

As time passed.

Above White Cloud Sect, the rewards gained by the cultivators traversing the thousands of little paths made up of squares grew ever more bountiful.

A great many of Cheng Buzheng's hidden treasures were further ahead.

This left every cultivator who had reached the latter half of the paths beaming with joy.

However, even the cultivator closest to the treasure at the finish line was still more than ten squares away.

Next came a group of cultivators who were only a little over twenty squares from the finish.

By now, the many cultivators in the plaza at White Cloud Peak had all turned their attention there.

After all, it concerned their interests.

If a disciple under them obtained those three Primordial Yang Pills, there was no doubt he would offer them up.

If their disciples failed to measure up, there would be almost no chance of obtaining the Primordial Yang Pills.

At that moment, several Golden Core Martial Brothers within the sect moved their lips slightly and began discussing matters.

They started dividing up the group of sect cultivators at the front who had no backing.

One after another, voice transmissions were sent to those cultivators at the front.

The cultivators still challenging the game had looks of delight flash through their eyes. They had evidently received an offer that was hard to refuse.

Even so, not one of them stopped moving.

After all, to obtain a promise from a Golden Core True Person, they had to win the final reward.

Otherwise, it would all be nothing but a false celebration.

Likewise.

The visiting Golden Core cultivators saw that their disciples had either been eliminated or were lagging behind on the paths of squares, with no hope of winning any reward. They then began discussing matters with Golden