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Crack!
A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, startling several figures into motion.
Once the electric arc faded into the earth, four elderly figures slowly gathered at the same spot. The one who seemed to be the leader wore a troubled expression. Staring across the vast expanse of white mist and scorched terrain, he muttered in confusion, "Aren't ancient cultivators' pocket worlds supposed to be teeming with opportunities? Yet aside from a few stalks of thousand-year-old spirit herbs and a handful of fourth-tier mineral ores, we've found absolutely nothing."
The other three old men couldn't help but nod in agreement. There truly seemed to be no opportunities to speak of in this pocket world. The youngest of the group hesitated before suggesting, "Could it be that this place was just a resting stop for a Divine Transformation Ascendant? Maybe it was never meant to house any real fortune."
Indeed, not all ancient dwellings were equal. In a place where someone extremely powerful had cultivated for a long time, opportunities were bound to be plentiful. If this was such a place, then there had to be scriptures, divine weapons, medicinal materials, spirit treasures… There could even be complete cultivation inheritances left behind. But if it was merely a resting place they had casually opened up while traveling, then there was no reason for them to leave behind anything valuable.
It was a simple truth. Would a Foundation Establishment cultivator leave behind countless treasures in a cave they'd randomly dug to rest for a night while flying about? Of course not!
This ancient pocket world felt precisely like that sort of situation. The appearance of a few thousand-year-old spirit herbs, for instance, was likely the result of the sheer passage of time. Untouched and unharvested, they had simply grown naturally.
And yet, there was...
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