Just as Wolf Saint and Night King were hurrying toward Xilai to devise a plan against the enemy Heaven-Tier Powerhouse, deep underground, several exploration teams from different factions were also searching for the Immortal Alliance ruins shown in the Past King's memories.
Those mystic treasures tugged at people's hearts. For factions that had no right to a share of the Star Map's proceeds and could not reap the fisherman's rewards as Fang Qianyuan and the others did, an Immortal Spirit Root Vein like this might well be their only hope of rising to prominence. Naturally, they attached all the more importance to it.
"Second Uncle, we've been walking for so long. Let's rest for a while."
In a dim underground cavern, several members of the Yan clan from Wild Goose Mountain in Central Province advanced cautiously, swords drawn and guards up.
One of them, a young-looking man at the tenth turn of the Human Rank who seemed to be a promising talent within the clan, could not help wiping away the hot sweat steamed out of him by the rising geothermal heat as they approached the depths underground. His voice sounded rather weak.
The ground here was covered in enormous wild mushrooms like ceremonial canopies. Their stalks were as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and they ranged from three feet to over a zhang in height, growing so densely that they formed a flourishing forest.
Countless glowcap mushrooms were scattered among them, giving off a faint glow in the depths of the dark cavern. Yet their light was far from bright, like a moonlit night shrouded in thick fog.
For Human Rank Spirit Tamers, such an environment was undoubtedly harsh.
Too many mushrooms blocked their view, and the dim light severely impaired the eyesight most of them habitually