Two months later, in the Primordial Mystic Realm.
"What's going on? Why is there a sudden tremor?"
Sensing the ground suddenly tremble, many cultivators looked panicked.
"It seems to be even more violent than the last time. Did something happen at the bottom of the cliff again?"
"The birth of a treasure? It must be the birth of a treasure. Otherwise, why would it attract such a huge commotion?"
"Even if a treasure really appears, it won't be our turn."
"That's true. Those demonic cultivators are guarding there. Who would dare to fight for them?"
"Are we going to let those demonic cultivators get the treasure? Judging from the increasing commotion now, that treasure must not be an ordinary treasure."
"That's right. We can't let those demonic cultivators get the treasure, or we'll only be in an even more passive situation."
