While Xiao Yu buried himself in pill refining, the cultivators who had entered the valley were also searching for their own opportunities.
In a desolate valley strewn with brown rocks, a lovely young woman in white formed a hand seal with her delicate fingers, directing an Emei Thorn magic treasure to attack a dark gray barrier of spiritual power relentlessly.
Before long, the barrier shattered with a boom, dissolving into motes of spiritual light.
The young woman carefully surveyed her surroundings. Once she confirmed there were no other dangers, she flew into the cave the barrier had protected.
Soon, her delighted voice rang out from within:
"Hehe, two ancient treasures! This trip was well worth it!"
Above an endless stretch of sand, several gray-robed cultivators flew along without a word.
Suddenly, one of them spoke in irritation. "Damn it, who the hell said Devilfall Valley was littered with heavenly treasures? If I find out who spread that rumor, I'll beat him to death! We've been searching all this time and haven't found so much as a hair."
"Who could have known the Ghost Spirit Sect would come up with a way to enter the valley? We hadn't made any preparations beforehand, and there was no time to gather useful information about this place in such a rush. All we can do is wander around blindly. Let's hope we get lucky and find something." The man leading them also sighed.
Above the center of an enormous lake spanning over a thousand li, a pale-faced man with disheveled hair desperately fled ahead as a streak of azure light.
Several hundred feet behind him, three streaks of red, yellow, and blue light pursued him closely, refusing to let him escape.
"Fellow Daoist Hui, I advise you to leave the spirit medicine