That kid finally couldn't hold on any longer.
They could barely contain their wild delight, their emotions almost impossible to hide. They were so excited they looked nothing like pinnacle Da Luo cultivators, nothing like ancient monsters who had lived for millions of years.
The emotions of the five pinnacle Da Luo cultivators were more or less abnormal. Honestly, if it had been at any other time, they would never have ventured so deeply into such a deadly place.
As beings who had lived through countless ages, they were extremely vigilant toward danger and would never lightly take risks.
It was not that the older one grew, the more one feared death.
Nor was it that the older one grew, the more timid one became.
Rather, as one's strength continuously rose, the returns gained by staking one's life for something became far lower than what one had to invest.
Compared to an ordinary person leaping from a cliff to survive and obtaining an unrivaled cultivation art, or a Foundation Establishment cultivator risking death to enter some perilous land and obtain an unparalleled immortal fruit—returns dozens or even hundreds of times greater—
For a Da Luo realm cultivator, especially one at the pinnacle Da Luo level, the gains from gambling with their life once were only equivalent to safely cultivating in seclusion for several hundred or a thousand years.
So it was not that they had lost their bloodiness, nor that they had become cowardly.
It simply had no value for the cost.
If staking their lives once could make them Saints, then out of every ten Da Luo realm cultivators, at least eight would do so without hesitation.
Precisely because it could not, they had cooled the hot blood in their hearts, suppressed the frenzy in their minds, and made