Crack!
A bolt of lightning struck down, startling several figures.
Only after the arc of electricity disappeared into the ground did the four aged figures gather together.
The one leading them had a worried expression, gazing out over the vast expanse of white, feeling utterly lost in his heart.
"Rumors say, in the ancient cultivator's Immortal Mansion, the relics of great powers, aren't there opportunities everywhere?"
"Apart from a few Thousand-Year Spirit Grass and several Fourth Order Minerals, we have gained nothing at all."
As he spoke, the other three brothers couldn't help but nod in agreement.
They really couldn't see any opportunity in these ruins.
The youngest of the elders hesitantly said, "Could it be that this place is merely a retreat for a Divine Transformation Great Power, inherently lacking opportunity?"
The Immortal Mansions of great powers also varied in rank.
