As the voice fell silent, the Eighteen Black-Scaled Riders, led by Gu Xuanji, turned into streaks of light and headed toward the blood-colored vortex.
The three sects then entered the blood-colored vortex in the order they had previously drawn by lot.
Watching the figure in blue at the rear of the Crimson Sun Sect's group, a trace of inner conflict appeared on Danyangzi's aged face. He vaguely sensed that this young man harbored a great secret, but he had no time left to investigate.
Just then, a voice rang out, making Danyangzi's aged body tremble slightly.
"Fellow Daoist Danyangzi, your Crimson Sun Sect was the first to discover traces of this Spirit Treasure. Might you know exactly what it is?"
Following the voice, Danyangzi immediately saw Gu Tianrong looking at him with curiosity.
The Yellow-Robed Middle-Aged Man and the old woman also turned their gazes toward him.
"Senior Gu, this Spirit Treasure lies deep within the Ancient Mine's Inner Region. Even our disciples only glimpsed it from afar and were unable to see it in full." Danyangzi's expression remained unchanged as he slowly replied.
Hearing this, the three fell silent, and stillness settled over the area once more.
Xu Yan felt everything around him spin as the blood-colored vortex swiftly swallowed him. By the time he steadied himself, he had already entered the Great Yan Ancient Mine.
An extremely murky aura washed over him, bringing traces of distaste to his eyes.
Before him stretched a vast expanse of dark-brown ground, riddled with pits and mining shafts of every size.
Wisps of murky aura rose from those shafts, slowly spreading throughout the surrounding world until even the sky grew dim and gray.
This place was utterly unsuitable for cultivators to remain in for long. If they lived here, not only