Following the flow of people, Ye Lin successfully found the location of the Human Sect's treasure vault.
Ahead, countless cultivators were bombarding a mountainside with all they had.
The treasure vault lay within it, and a formation on its surface held it tightly sealed. Ordinary means could not possibly open it, so they could only choose to blast it open with brute force.
Countless spells had battered the entire mountain into utter ruin, its surface scorched black, no different from rubble.
Yet the mountain's overall structure remained as steady as an old dog, completely unaffected.
This left the cultivators anxiously scratching their heads.
The treasure vault was right before their eyes, yet they simply could not open it. How could they not be anxious?
"Damn it, this thing is like a turtle shell. It's really hard."
"No, we have to blast open this turtle shell. The treasures inside are probably more numerous than we can even imagine."
"What can we do if we can't blast it open?"
"Keep going. Any formation requires a fixed amount of energy to sustain it. As long as we exhaust all its energy, it can be opened."
Hearing this fairly reliable answer, the cultivators around them nodded one after another.
Then they resumed their assault.
Ye Lin stood in the void, silently watching their movements.
Once they blasted it open, he would go in and reap the fisherman's profit.
For now, there were no Quasi-Saints present.
As long as there were no Quasi-Saints, things would be easy.
The people at the front continued bombarding the formation, while many cultivators behind them shared the same goal as Ye Lin. None of them made a move; they merely watched in silence.
At the same time, the enormous commotion here attracted countless cultivators.
Seeing the number of cultivators