Wei Suo calmly sent a voice transmission to Ling Longtian. "Find a chance to see whether there's anything wrong with this item first." The thing Ming De had given him was wrapped tightly in refined gold. Even with his senses, he could only vaguely detect an ancient treasure within. Whether it was the same item Ming De had described could only be determined after taking it out and examining it carefully. After saying this to Ling Longtian, Wei Suo greeted Elder Zhang Yun and the others while sweeping his gaze around. At this moment, disciples of the Merit Sect were already fighting atop the seventy-two giant blue refined-gold platforms shaped like mountain peaks, radiant light flashing everywhere. The heavyweight figures of the Merit Sect were mostly gathered near the mountaintop. Ming Ning had also returned to a floating lotus platform near the summit, while Ming De and several Grand Elder-grade figures hovered in the air nearby. There were roughly thirteen or fourteen formidable cultivators at Golden Core Third Layer or above, somewhat fewer than when they had listened to the Buddhist sound in the Seven Treasures Secret Land. There was no aura of a Divine Profound Great Power; the Merit Sect Master had not personally attended this grand competition. Wei Suo deliberately glanced at Ming Ning and Ming De from afar. Ming Ning, who had brought him and Ling Longtian here, seemed not to notice him at all. Clearly, he regarded servants' disciples of Wei Suo and Ling Longtian's level as mere ants and did not care in the slightest whether they might speak recklessly. Yet Ming Ning secretly gave him a meaningful look, signaling that everything was proceeding as agreed and telling him not to worry.
"Junior Brother Mo!"
"Senior Brother Mo!"
At that moment, many cultivators from Great