"No!" The middle-aged man in the purple robe suddenly shouted.
"The Sword Qi is weakening!"
The two Green River Elders, upon hearing this, immediately released their Divine Thought to investigate.
They saw a look of wild joy in each other's eyes.
"It's not the resurrection of the Divine Spirit..." the fat elder's voice trembled.
"It's the burst of energy from the Divine Sword!"
The thin elder's eyes gleamed brilliantly.
"The Divine Sword used by the Ancient Divine Spirit during life... must be brought back to the Holy Land!"
Greed shattered their fear of the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.
Dozens of powerful figures from the Qinghe Holy Land turned into streams of light, rushing into the depths of the Ten Thousand Ghost Ridge.
Other cultivators from various holy lands also reacted and sped up their journey.
"Quick! We mustn't let the Qinghe Holy Land get there first!"
"The Divine Sword is mine!"
Amidst the mad shouting, no one noticed a gray shadow silently approaching.
