The white-haired old man didn't notice Tang Zhen's expression and continued to speak in a faint tone, every time the tide rises, it's a day of revelry for the itinerant cultivators and the cultivators from the other world. They gather near the crack and wait for the treasure to appear.
man will die for wealth. More wealth means more death, especially in an unmanaged place like the scarred Plains. Death is a common thing.
sometimes, in order to ensure the greatest benefits, the cultivators are at odds with each other from the beginning. The chaotic battle will continue from the beginning to the end of the tide, during which countless people will die.
The old man sighed emotionally when he said this. He warned Tang Zhen, I've been wandering in the scarred Plains my whole life. It's a miracle that I'm still alive. Most of the people I've known all these years have died in the scarred Plains.
