"Kill..."
"Get the hell out of my way! The three thousand weak waters are mine..."
"Scram! Stand in my way and die!"
"Ah... help..."
"Cover me while I fight my way in..."
"Senior Brother, save me..."
"Heh heh heh, this is mine..."
"..."
In a vast marsh within a lake, the heavenly prodigies of various factions were locked in a harrowing, bloody battle.
More than a hundred thousand people had gathered here, each from a different faction, with their own background and purpose,
but now, all had been drawn by the opportunities in this marsh and were slaughtering one another without mercy.
Battle cries, screams, pleas for mercy, and cheers of delight intertwined into a cacophonous, terrifying symphony.
Countless severed limbs lay scattered across the marsh, as though it were a bloody feast.
Blood had stained the entire marsh a shocking scarlet.
A fine drizzle drifted down from the sky, its droplets falling softly onto people's clothes, making it difficult to tell rainwater from sweat.
Yet amid this bloody scene, no one had the attention to spare for such details.
An endless stream of heavenly prodigies arrived from every direction to join the slaughter, swelling the scale of the battle.
Meanwhile, some heavenly prodigies within the battlefield had secured opportunities after fierce struggles. Burning with urgency to escape, they found themselves surrounded on all sides, unable to break free.
These opportunities included three thousand weak waters, water essence, dark water, white lotus, cultivation methods, spirit stones, pills, and more.
They lay densely scattered throughout the marsh, like treasures belonging to this land.
From time to time, these opportunities would suddenly leap out of the mire, driving countless people into a frenzy of slaughter and snatching.
Three thousand weak waters, water essence, dark water, and white lotus in particular held