His Highness the Heir was clever from a young age, so he quickly caught on.
So Senior Sister liked to brag too. Looks like she'd just talked herself into a corner.
Mandala kept her little face taut, exuding the pressure of a Domain Lord.
She took the Mustard Seed Bracelet from the Asura King. Roughly two hundred thousand Fallen Source Pills surged out in a torrent, rushing toward the natural ancient formation ahead.
Under the wash of power from the same source, the transparent barrier gradually dimmed, then vanished completely, revealing a narrow crack just wide enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.
Following Mandala, who led the way, the group filed in one after another.
Although the main forces of the God Pavilion and the Netherworld Palace had been wiped out, the vast quantities of Fallen Source Pills the sect armies had scoured from every corner had all been seized by the Daluo Territory.
That did not stop the God Pavilion Master and the Netherworld Heavenly Sovereign from opening the seal.
After all, in past Great Hunting Wars, the chance of finding an Earth Sovereign's secret treasure had been slim.
After countless years of accumulation, every sect had built up some reserves in case of emergencies.
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The Luo Territory Lord appeared in a grand hall alongside the Five Emperors and Nine Kings.
Cast entirely from bronze, the ancient hall was magnificent and imposing, supported by massive bronze pillars. Its grandeur was beyond compare.
Mandala and her group stood within it like ants, utterly insignificant.
"Is this the place where the Fourth Hall Master passed away?"
Blood Eagle King asked with a frown. Something about this place seemed strange to him.
"No. This is only the second checkpoint."
Mandala's golden eyes swept over the hall. Her voice was