If the Dark Yin Sect truly did this, it would be forcing the other factions to join hands against them.
Three Spirit Transformation cultivators from the Myriad Dharma Sect had entered the Dry Light Grotto-Heaven, along with a group of Nascent Soul Cultivators. They needed to plunder as many cultivation resources as possible; it would benefit their future paths of cultivation.
Jin Yi picked all the fruits. Not every fruit tree could be used for artifact refinement, so she did not touch the trees themselves.
She was not a spirit planter, nor did she possess any special treasure. If she forcibly transplanted the fruit trees, they would likely wither and die—an effort that would yield no reward.
She put away the giant python's corpse and turned to leave.
Powerful restrictions had been set up here, and she did not dare let down her guard. When they had first entered the Dry Light Grotto-Heaven, two Myriad Dharma Sect disciples in the Nascent Soul Realm had triggered the restrictions. Even with defensive spiritual treasures protecting them, they had been blasted to death by the restrictions.
A steep, emerald-green mountain peak stood tall, its upper half shrouded in dense azure mist that obscured everything within.
Song Qingqing and Lin Chu were controlling their treasures to attack the azure mist. Dense spells vanished into it like mud sinking into the sea, but under their fierce assault, the mist gradually thinned.
A magnificent golden palace stood with its doors wide open. Three large golden characters—"Green Sun Hall"—were inscribed on the plaque above, flashing without end.
A tall, thin old man in golden robes and a short, stout woman in a green dress walked out, both overjoyed.
"Heh heh, what did I say? Our opportunity has arrived."
The golden-robed old man chuckled, his expression