Several elders also noticed the Zixia Daoist. They feared none of the younger generation, but this old Daoist's strength gave them pause, as they couldn't gauge its true depth.
"Courting death."
The Zixia Daoist snorted coldly. With a sweep of his duster, runes flashed. Streams of iridescent light shot out, transforming into a blazing, blindingly brilliant purple ocean that surged forward to engulf them.
The area instantly erupted into a chaotic battle.
The same was happening in the other areas as well.
Mists billowed from Purple Mist Mountain as streaks of light shot out. The eyes of the cultivators closest to the mountain burned with greed. They disregarded everything else to chase after the magical artifacts that emerged.
However, they were intercepted halfway, sparking a deadly battle among them.
The area was utterly chaotic. No matter how shockingly thick the fog grew, it couldn't suppress the burning greed for opportunities and treasures.
