Zhang Zaizhi's expression changed abruptly. "Just as I thought—there's a trap!"
Ruo Qunshuang instinctively clutched Linglong tighter, a cold sweat breaking out across her back.
Good thing they had not rushed over with that crowd just now. Otherwise, whatever was hidden beneath the Chaos mist would have already set its sights on them.
Qingyao bit her lip, her little face turning slightly pale. "Master, what exactly are those things?"
Xu Changqing shook his head. "I don't know, but they are no smaller than the Chaos Mutants we encountered before.
"Moreover, the place they are hiding is far too sinister—directly beneath the pillar of light, as though they are waiting for something."
"They're waiting for people."
Zhang Zaizhi raised a hand and pointed toward the patch of Chaos mist in the distance, already dyed into a riot of colors by escaping lights and blood-red radiance. "The people they are waiting for are those cultivators blinded by the supreme treasure."
The area around the golden pillar of light had already descended into complete chaos.
The first batch of cultivators to reach the vicinity of the pillar numbered around three hundred, with cultivation ranging from Nascent Soul Early Stage to Late Spirit Transformation.
They came from various starfields, continents, and factions.
There were Rogue Cultivators, sect disciples, and direct descendants of great Lineages.
There were also organized teams like those from Northern Li Snow Continent.
The pillar of light concealing the supreme treasure stood right before their eyes, and everyone's eyes had gone red.
"This supreme treasure was first discovered by our Eastern Extremity Spirit Continent!"
"Whoever grabs it owns it!"
"Drive everyone else out first!"
Cries of battle, the clash of magical treasures, and screams intertwined as the Chaos mist was shredded into fragments by all manner of spiritual radiance and spells.