Though the Origin Xia cultivators spoke pleasantly enough, none of them showed any enthusiasm.
What use was there in claiming merit? They would not receive much benefit, and afterward, people would assume they had been rewarded and grown wealthy, only to strip even more from them.
There were indeed only a little over thirty arrays before them, but if their luck proved poor, each person would have to make roughly three attempts before accurately finding an opponent—and that was assuming the opponent had no other tricks up their sleeve.
Moreover, using transformations to probe and assault an array likewise required ritual implements skilled in transformation. It was impossible to face an array with one's own strength alone.
They had none of the ritual implements supplied by Origin Xia. Such things all had to be refined by themselves, saved for critical moments; every use meant one less item.
But there was no helping it now. The man before them held their lives and deaths in his grasp. If they refused, he would immediately dissolve their Calamity-Avoiding Pills, and they would lose their lives. Compared to that, they could only bring out the wealth they had painstakingly accumulated.
Thus, whoever discovered that the array before him was an empty array could only turn around and seek out the next one.
Feng Zhaotong watched Wei Daoist's Primordial Spirit fly away overhead, seemingly in search of another place, and could not help sighing. "The Ancestral Immortal was right. These people are restless and impatient. Though they are clearly the attacking side, they seem even more anxious than we are. Just as expected, they did not investigate any further."
Their great array was actually directly beneath the array that had just been breached. What was empty was made real, and what was real made empty.