In order not to attract the unwanted attention of Liu Yiyan in their discussions, the Martial Sages and Demigods put an Isolating Shield around them. However, the owner of the Sacred Lands, Gu Lingzhi could hear everything that they were saying. She had control of everything that was inside the Sacred Lands.

After conveying the contents of their discussion to Rong Yuan, he pursed his lips, “Wow, Pan Wuyang is wonderful at pretending to be a good person.”

Even though he held a tone of mockery, his eyes had a murderous glint to it.

“There’s definitely another motive behind this,” Gu Lingzhi frowned, trying to decipher the meaning behind Pan Wuyang’s words.

However, Pan Wuyang’s plots were useless as long as they were in the Sacred Lands.

In a blink of an eye, three days had passed. More and more Martial Artists flocked to the Sacred Lands and in a few days, the place had become overcrowded. There were also a countless number of Martial Artists that had given up their life whilst trying to get the treasures. It was a pity that most of these Martial Artists were low-ranking. To the Royal...