As five damage numbers exceeding ten thousand floated up, he sent the six-person party led by the scar-faced woman back to the Revival Point. All six dropped the same thing: Wind-Calming Pearls, enormous quantities of Wind-Calming Pearls.
It looks like some kind of anomaly really did occur here. All Three Great Factions are farming Wind-Calming Pearls here. But why are they farming so many? Are they stockpiling them, or do they know about the one million too? Zhou Heng shook his head, dismissing that possibility. If the Three Great Factions or even the Longevity Families knew about this, they would already have produced who knew how many million-pearl batches. There had to be some other mechanics involved.
After gathering all the drops, Zhou Heng continued deeper into the Bright Ruins. Soon, he reached the depths of the crumbling ruins, where things were extraordinarily strange. At the end of the ruins, there was no road, but instead a Path of Light rooted in the void. The Path of Light stretched deep into the void, its end nowhere in sight. With his current fifty-kilometer vision, Zhou Heng could see howling winds, scorching flames, and eternally frozen frost along the Path of Light. In these zones of different elements, large numbers of players were farming Bright Direwolves.
Looking at the Path of Light, which was roughly wide enough for ten people to stand shoulder to shoulder, Zhou Heng felt that this was the perfect area bestowed on him by heaven. On a path this narrow, he could hold the Sakast Imperial Sword (Holy Sword) and attack back and forth in a zigzag. He wanted to know who could withstand his damage of over ten thousand at such close quarters. Even if some tank with enormous Health or someone with a special item could