Continuing onward, they encountered several secret chambers along the way. Qin Wuyou unleashed his Magic Power True Dragons to smash through their barriers.
Apart from one chamber containing a trap, all the others stored various cultivation resources and divine weapons.
Along the way, although the Xuantian Holy Land disciples insisted on taking only a tenth each time, Qin Wuyou still pressed more resources upon them.
By the time they reached the deepest part of the Saint Mansion Ruins, everyone had reaped a rich harvest.
The cultivation resources each of them carried were worth at least a hundred thousand or more low-grade spirit stones, equivalent to several centuries of their allowances from the Xuantian Holy Land.
Most importantly, with Qin Wuyou, their Grand Martial Ancestor, present, they had faced no danger whatsoever along the way.
They had obtained all these cultivation resources without even lifting a finger.
Their entire journey could truly be described as simply picking up treasures.
Without giving anything in return, they had gained cultivation resources that would otherwise have taken centuries to accumulate.
With these resources, they were all confident they could become True Disciples in a short time.
Upon entering the final secret chamber, Qin Wuyou looked ahead and was stunned by what he saw.
No, this was no mere secret chamber anymore, but a complete cave heaven.
At its center lay a ten-thousand-year cold pool, wreathed in swirling cold mist. Its water chilled to the bone; anyone below Saint Rank who entered could be frozen into a block of ice.
A barrier contained the cold air emanating from the pool, preventing it from spreading outward. Otherwise, no one could have stood inside this chamber.
With their cultivation levels, those Elite Disciples would likely have turned into human icicles the moment they entered.
The ten-thousand-year cold