At the entrance of the Nether Battlefield, a total of forty-five Hexapath Sword Sect disciples were about to enter. They seemed relaxed, gathering in groups of twos and threes, laughing and playing, not at all serious. Two young disciples, a man and a woman, were talking to each other.

"Senior Brother, don't forget what you promised me. You must help me acquire a tribulation artifact with four tribulation patterns. My weapon is broken.” 

"You don’t have to worry, but shouldn’t you show a little appreciation?” 

"What do you want?” 

"For example, you could come with me and see the world after the Number One Summit.” 

"Naughty! You’re up to your tricks again.” 

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I don’t mean anything else.”

"If that’s the case, I want a few more treasures!” 

"Don't worry. We have to be courteous to those from other sects, so we can’t take away what’s theirs. But if we run into the Monorigin Divine Sect disciples, we’ll definitely kill them all!” 

“Everyone’s looking for them, so whoever finds them first is lucky.” 

"Indeed! The elders have said the more we torture...