The voice wasn’t loud, but all the cultivators present were powerful enough to hear it.

“Someone’s in there!”

“You in there, surrender the ancient legacy!” They hollered demands with eyes glinting of avarice, wanting nothing but to make the legacy their own. Here in the land of darkness, ancient legacies granted cultivators an edge over everyone else and could make them the leader of a small group.

The ‘immortal light’ had just faded, so the heritage must have just been unearthed and not yet refined. They still had a chance to lay hands on it!

Though there were countless burial mounds and thus inumerable legacies here, that didn’t mean everyone...