The atmosphere here was deathly silent.

A supreme fortune was right before their eyes, yet they were unable to approach it at all. It was simply torturous to the extreme.

“A’Liang, do you have a method to deal with it?” Gu Yan couldn’t help but ask this question.

Zhao Qingyao couldn’t help but look over. Earlier, her mind was in disorder, so she’d only noticed A’Liang’s existence now, and her starry eyes couldn’t help but focus. The Primeval Micro Race?

Never had she imagined that this ancient race that had gone extinct in the annals of history would actually still have living members in the world.

“No.” A’Liang shook her head and said, “If there was a method to deal with it, then the Roc Daolord wouldn’t have suffered calamity and perished.”

When she heard this answer, the trace of hope that arose in Zhao Qingyao’s heart had been instantly obliterated, and her face dimmed down slightly.

Could it be that I’m really going to have no chance to obtain the quintessence energy of this region?

“Perhaps we can try probing it and searching, and we might be able to find some weak points that allow us to avoid the tribulation energy and approach the quintessence.” Gu Yan pondered deeply before he spoke.

“Alright.” Zhao Qingyao thought...