Southern Ridge Has No Fire Treasures

"Oh?"

After hearing Chen Nianzhi's request, Ming Yuan frowned slightly. After pondering for a moment, he shook his head.

With a sigh, he said helplessly, "Brother Guixu, you came too late. Our Dao Palace Sacred Land no longer has any sixth-rank fire treasures."

"Ah?"

Chen Nianzhi was rather startled. As the foremost Dao Lord Holy Land among the human race, Dao Palace Sacred Land alone had ten Primordial Spirit Dao Lords.

Such a deeply rooted Dao Lord Holy Land naturally occupied a sixth-rank fire-element ancestral vein and had endured for hundreds of thousands of years. How could it fail to produce even a single sixth-rank fire treasure?

Noticing Chen Nianzhi's expression, Daoist Mingyuan nodded directly and said, "To be honest, ever since Heaven-Gazing Dao Master deduced more than ten sexagenary cycles ago that this calamity would be anything but ordinary, several Half-Immortal Ancestors have been planning for it."

"To withstand this calamity, all the great Dao Lord Holy Lands have been gathering high-rank treasures, preparing to forge a set of supreme array artifacts to weather the tribulation."

"Now, let alone our Dao Palace Sacred Land, I fear there may not be any sixth-rank fire treasures left among the entire human race of the Southern Wilderness Cultivation World."

"This..."

Chen Nianzhi's expression shifted repeatedly. So, during all these years when he had cultivated in peace, the ancestors who suppressed the human race's destiny in the Purple Yin Realm had already been planning for the countless human lives of the Purple Yin Realm for hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of years.

Along his journey, he had contended against the human, Demon, and devil races. Perhaps, in the eyes of those ancestors, none of it amounted to much.

Compared with the boundless calamity at the end of the Demon Abyss, even beings with heaven-shaking