"The path had already appeared, and the time had come. We had divined how many tokens there were and what they were; some had fallen into unknown places."
"To search for them now would only waste time."
"With this item in hand, there should be no problem with us going there."
Within a hidden pocket of midair.
This group had not chosen to join the scramble.
White light, golden light, and divine radiance flickered. Amid their dazzling brilliance, boundless tides of fortune surged, making it almost impossible to see what the battle looked like.
But there was no need to say more. As prodigies who had stepped forth in their generation, they surely possessed hidden divine abilities and trump cards.
And if nothing else, several prodigies had Dao Protectors with them.
There was even the attention of some great mighty one.
Thus, no matter how lively the spell battle here became, in the eyes of cultivators like them, who knew the inside story, it was nothing more than that.
It was nowhere near as terrifying as that time in the past, when the southeastern lands had collapsed.
Yet the memories of that time had already grown somewhat hazy.
When matters concerning Dao Masters were involved, as the years passed, people would usually unconsciously forget portions of the memories connected to Them.
Therefore, in their eyes, the outcome of the present struggle—the so-called struggle—had long since emerged.
"What is this?"
The cultivator at his side fixed his gaze upon it.
As the cultivator leading them here spoke, he turned over his palm and produced a treasure that glimmered with an eerie, shadowy light.
It was a lamp. Several wisps of grim green light hung beneath its oil reservoir.
The flame above glowed faintly, small as a bean, yet it seemed to