There was no denying it-the Magic Treasure was buried deep indeed.
A pearl the size of a fist glowed dark green beneath the earth, occasionally absorbing wisps of black or red mist.
Some of the more wary rogue cultivators felt that the pearl was no good thing.
But the rogue cultivator who had first taken the lead was already blinded by greed. He slowly reached toward the pearl, only to feel his life force draining away at a terrifying speed before he even touched it. By the time he tried to pull back and escape from the pearl before him, it was clearly too late.
The other rogue cultivators with earth spirit roots had intended to let him test the waters first, so none had warned him. They watched helplessly as a Golden Core cultivator dissolved into a cloud of blood mist before their eyes. Threaded with black strands, the blood mist slowly flowed toward the pearl.
In the blink of an eye, the pearl absorbed everything before them.
The few who had still harbored designs on the pearl immediately backed away and returned to the surface.
Seeing that five people had gone down but only four had returned, everyone crowded forward to ask what had happened.
"Where's that fellow?"
The four exchanged glances and concealed nothing, though the scene they had just witnessed still left them shaken.
"He was eaten by that Magic Treasure you keep talking about."
As soon as those words fell, silence descended over the crowd.
Ultimately, rogue cultivators each looked out for themselves. They might cooperate occasionally, but there was little trust between them.
Someone drawled casually, "You didn't pocket it yourselves, did you?"
One of the four snapped angrily, "If you don't believe us, dig it up! We're right here. It's not as if