If Tianming didn’t act now, he would have to run.

"Soon, there’ll be more experts coming, including those from the Nonahall Ghost Sect. There’s no time. Get ready!” 

He made a prompt decision to take a monumental risk. Concealed in the sea, he slowly approached the tribulation pattern formation from below.  The closer he got, the more clearly he could see.

"There’s at least fifteen thousand of them, all fifth- or sixth-grade! It doesn’t matter who placed the manna here or who set up the formation. That’s not important anymore.” 

Tianming grit his teeth. Birds die in pursuit of food, and man dies in pursuit of wealth. This time, he would risk it all.

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