A Seemingly Smooth Plan

The radiance of the mystic realm shone forth, stirring the hearts of countless cultivators.

One after another, they shouted, "It's open! It's open!"

It felt like gamblers at a betting table, eagerly awaiting the moment the gambling jars were opened.

A gate to the mystic realm appeared before them, and the cultivators streamed inside.

In an ownerless land, the quick-handed got it, while the slow-handed got nothing.

Yet mystic realms were fraught with danger, so quite a few cultivators formed teams before proceeding.

Golden Cauldron Sect.

Guan Zhongke walked at the front with his hands behind his back, his long beard and dark face lending him an imposing, heroic bearing.

A little farther ahead of him was Qiu Bujun.

After regaining his youth, the old fellow's state of mind had grown youthful as well. He flirted everywhere and enjoyed himself immensely, but even a seasoned sailor could capsize in a ditch. Now that he had been caught red-handed, he had no choice but to serve as the vanguard and test the way for others.

There was little scenery in this mystic realm. Everywhere was desolate and barren.

This gave everyone an uneasy feeling—whether a mystic realm was rich in resources could sometimes be judged from its environment. The more abundant the resources, the denser the spiritual energy, and the better the natural environment as a result.

Now, this place was desolate, with the look of poor mountains and vicious waters. Clearly, it was no land brimming with spiritual energy. They could not hope for much in the way of resources; they could only pray that there might be some treasures.

Yet after traveling all this way, they had not even seen a single demonic beast, much less encountered any mechanisms. Everyone could only sigh in disappointment.

It looked as though