Although the other party had said at the time that there was no need, what if?
Not to mention that the two elders from the Grotto-Heavens had also died here, in the Bixin Mountain region.
They knew that the world had Nine Immortal Gates, as well as Thirty-Two Grotto-Heavens and Seventy-Two Blessed Lands, but such things had always been far too distant from their everyday lives of scrabbling and struggling through cultivation.
Yet there was still that old saying: the affairs of the world were ever-changing.
Who could have imagined that this place, once considered remote and out-of-the-way by cultivators of such Immortal Sect lineages, would somehow draw forth several great powers in such a short time?
What bitter suffering.
What fate.
Not to mention the three local families. The Lin and Xu families were already doomed to face extermination. Their foremost pillars had all been buried in Bixin Crescent Moon Lake, becoming part of the blood mist.
The cultivators left behind to guard their families harbored their hatred, yet they could no longer spare thought for anything else. They only wanted to flee.
Greed had blinded their eyes and clouded their hearts. With a single thought, they had stirred up a killing tribulation, only to kick an iron plate in the end.
The Treasure Workshop appeared safe enough. Its master, its strongest combatant, had not gone out.
Yet the workshop master felt a thick shadow flash through his heart.
"I have a feeling that I will die today!"
A terrifying crisis of death descended upon the workshop master as well.
"This was clearly the planned outcome. Although that person from Profound Heaven was not part of the plan, and the Divine Path cultivator never appeared, why am I having this feeling?"
The intuition that death was approaching had come