Within the ruin.
Clad in purple robes, Wu Huang formed an array formation with a group of cultivators, jointly confronting the packs of low-tier Hunyuan lifeforms before them.
Compared with when they had first entered, only a dozen or so of them remained.
"Everyone, they're blocking the road ahead. We have only two options now: give up for the time being, or pay an even greater price," Wu Huang said coldly.
Although fewer than half the original number of cultivators remained, their quality was extremely high.
"Paying a price is fine, but how do we guarantee our gains?" one cultivator asked.
"How about this? From now on, even if any of the remaining cultivators fall, they will receive their rightful share of the gains based on their contributions. Also, the surviving cultivators must copy their entire exploration experiences and make them public before everyone," Wu Huang said.
This practice was often implemented within established teams.
After all, the cultivators here, and even those who had fallen earlier, had not actually perished completely.
As long as their gains were guaranteed, the cultivators present would not begrudge their avatars.
"Next, even if you fall, split off another avatar as soon as possible, hurry back, and rejoin the team."
Being able to rejoin provided another layer of assurance. Many of these rules were established conventions in the Dark Sacred Realm, and everyone soon settled everything.
A gold-robed youth swept his gaze across the area ahead and said, "In that case, let me clear the way first! I can probably take half of these 'owl wolves' down with me."
Of course, everyone understood what he meant. Taking half of them down meant sacrificing himself.
"We'll guarantee your share of the gains," Wu Huang and the other cultivators all said.
"Good." The gold-robed youth nodded.