Grand Looting, Heaven-Refining Furnace

For a time, stirred by the news, all the powerhouses on this battlefield sensed the disturbance.

"A relic has emerged. I wonder which fellow Daoist has such good fortune. I shall go take a look."

"Go! Let's have a look!" A golden palanquin, borne by four golden divine beings, crossed the void as the creature within commanded.

"Damn it, all of them deserve to die!" Terrifying evil spirits wandered through the darkness, howling as they rushed toward the distance.

Rumble...

At this moment, Ling Xiao and Uncle Boya arrived at the Daoist grounds. Their feet touched solid ground, and the earth shone with treasures in ten colors.

Yet this seemingly sacred place was fraught with danger everywhere.

The mist drifting in from all around was lethally toxic. The instant it touched the body, it caused unbearable itching.

It could corrode one's divine soul and flesh.

If an ordinary Primordial Taiji powerhouse were contaminated by this poison, they would likely perish and have their Dao scattered. Even if they survived, they would probably rot away, their very foundation polluted.

But with Ling Xiao's cultivation, such petty tricks were utterly painless.

The Primordial Sacred Body ignited its source sacred flame, which surged up to envelop his entire body, instantly refining the poisonous gas.

Uncle Boya also circulated his divine art. A bubble formed outside his body, layered with Great Dao runes and sealed tight around him without the slightest gap.

These Daoist grounds were enormous, boundless, with no end in sight.

Ling Xiao's eyes lit up. Rolling up his sleeves, he began sweeping up treasures—pills, immortal herbs, he spared nothing.

"Leave some for me!"

Uncle Boya grew anxious and hurriedly began plundering as well. With their cultivation and insight, no trick of the eye here could possibly deceive them.

Once they had