Before the spirit mountain, a young man flew all the way onward.
This spirit mountain was still shrouded in torrential fog.
Though there was some spiritual energy, it was blanketed by dense fog, no different from the Wild Sea's desolate mist. Thus, the Tan Family behind them had not opened up spirit fields or a Spirit Herb Garden beside the spirit mountain either.
"Trouble!" The young man was named Tan Sujing, a mid-stage Golden Core, three hundred and thirty years old.
In the mortal realm, a Golden Core's lifespan was around a thousand years, but the Spirit Realm had quite a few more life-extending spirit herbs, and special cultivation arts could also prolong life. Basically, living to one thousand one or two hundred years old was not a problem.
So at his age, he absolutely counted as young.
The moment he entered the fog, he discovered that his divine sense was greatly restricted.
He could only feel his way blind, anxious and unwilling all at once.
If he waited for the family to arrive, that treasure definitely would not have his share, and even his merit would be divided up a little.
He could only brace himself and head up the mountain.
The fog on the mountain was even thicker, and the restriction on his divine sense even greater, but the chance of treasure was also very high.
Only, what he did not know was that behind him, right at the place where divine sense happened to be restricted, two figures were watching him.
These two figures were naturally Ye Qingnian and Ye Haicheng.
There was some helplessness in both their eyes. They had not expected there to be phenomena in the Spirit Realm as well, even attracting a Golden Core. At this moment, it was inconvenient for them to