News of the [Far West Spell Contest] arrived, stirring the Dao Seal Cultivators into action.
Ruo Jinghong immediately sought out Wang Quan. "Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, don't open your Purple Mansion yet!"
"Let's enter the Foundation Establishment Realm spell contest together."
"You have an advantage in the Foundation Establishment Realm."
"If you step into the Purple Mansion Realm, you won't have much of an advantage."
Wang Quan laughed. "I'm not planning to enter the [Far West Spell Contest]."
"Wouldn't it be better to cultivate peacefully, raise our realms, extend our lives, and ultimately reign as kings and patriarchs?"
At those words, Ruo Jinghong rolled her eyes. "There's nothing wrong with diligently sticking to cultivation, but the prospects are mediocre."
"This [Far West Spell Contest] is a tremendous opportunity."
"If we win and save up enough points, we can get all sorts of benefits."
"Look into the Magic Treasure Purple Mansion, the external Golden Core, and Golden Core-level zombies."
"Even magic treasures are among the prizes."
Those words set Wang Quan's heart racing.
But he still shook his head. "Those things are good, but they're not much use to me."
Whether it was the Magic Treasure Purple Mansion or an external Golden Core, these things were extremely important to Ruo Jinghong and the others.
But to him, they really weren't much.
What he sought was a ruins Purple Mansion. As for an external Golden Core? He could already make one through his own abilities now. He didn't care about that either.
And the final prize, a magic treasure?
Heh, he already had six magic treasures. After decades of preparations, his seventh, the [Celestial Pivot Divine Sand], was already one-third complete.
In another eighty to a hundred years, that magic treasure would be finished too.
Enter the [Far West Spell Contest], where he