The so-called Fortune Wells were a bunch of wells that were scattered in solid parts of the marshland.

They were all of different sizes, and were separated from each other by different distances.

Each and every one of them stood on a small piece of solid ground, so people wouldn’t need to worry about sinking in the marshland.

By the time Nie Tian and the others arrived, six of the forty-nine Fortune Wells had already been claimed by six different people.

Those six wells were all more than three meters wide, and the largest one seemed so deep that it looked like an unfathomable hole that led all the way to the earth’s heart.

Sitting by that well was an old man with gray hair. He was at the late Profound realm, and from the look of it, he had lived for a rather long time.

Chai Longge stopped his air-transportation spiritual tool in a place that was still a considerable distance from the old man.

With his unique bloodline power, Nie Tian examined the old man from afar, and shrewdly discovered that, similar to Wu Ji, he was having a problem with his lifespan.

Even though the old man had lived for very long, his...