They had come from rogue cultivator backgrounds and made their living hunting demon beasts. After surviving countless brushes with death, they had finally advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm. Seeking to go further, they had entered the Buried Immortal Ruins with three Nascent Soul Cultivators in search of treasure, where they accidentally discovered an ancient cultivator's cave abode. They had exhausted every means at their disposal, yet still could not break the formation.
While they were attempting to break the formation, a fifth-rank demon beast had charged out. Their luck had been decent—they survived, though they were seriously wounded.
After leaving the Buried Immortal Ruins, they had investigated the restrictions everywhere and sought advice from fourth-rank formation masters, but none could identify the formation. Their conclusion was that it was at least a fifth-rank formation.
"Five Nascent Soul Cultivators couldn't break the formation. Why didn't you contact more Nascent Soul Cultivators? Why report it to me instead? If you intend to lie, you'd best make sure your story has no holes in it."
Han Debiao said with a soft laugh, his gaze dark.
Putting himself in their shoes, if he discovered an ancient cultivator's cave abode and failed to break its restrictions the first time, he would invite trusted friends from his clan to help break them the second time, rather than seek outsiders.
"One fellow cultivator survived that year as well. He has now joined Three Immortals Island. We know we are no match for Three Immortals Island, but with your divine abilities, Senior, you surely need not fear them."
Wang Wei spoke cautiously, her expression tense.
Spirit Transformation cultivators were not so easily fooled. They did not have such nerve.
Han Debiao pondered for a moment, then asked, "What do you want?"
"We don't know what is inside